About an hour earlier I had arrived at the only rehab/nursing home in the area that would take someone as medically fragile and medically complex as I am. The nursing home was called Hillcrest Commons, but I had started to call it Hell-crest Commons. From the moment I rolled in the door I knew I was in trouble, but when I med with the nurse practitioner that would be in charge of my case while I was there, her name was Jillian, I had full force alarm bells going off as loud as possible in my head. She basically told me that my disease wasn’t really as bad as I thought it was and that I didn’t need my tube feeding or my IV fluids. I knew this was wrong, I knew what the leading experts in the world on my disease had said about my treatment and I was … Find Out What Happens Next