However, before diving deep into the dissection and resection of my self that will be following, I believe it would be meaningful to give some context into the why. What exactly is driving me to do all of this, possibly fruitless, labor and effort?

The center of the answer to that question surely lies in some internalized philosophy. The most succinct answer my conscious self can conjure is the idea of some greater self that I could be. Some eidolon in my mind that embodies a life and a mode of being filled with more meaning than the one I currently inhabit. As far as my internal calculus can figure, the single greatest roadblock to accomplishing the manifestation of at least some fraction of that ideal is the present state of my body.

To me, the only direction worth pursuing is the one that yields the potential of actualizing that greater self. Therefore, the only direction I have worth pursuing is the one I am attempting to travel down with the completion of this work.

This is, granted, setting aside the more qualia and experiential motivations which would lead one who is existing within a state of perpetual discomfort to find liberation. From a more ego-centric perspective, I am not one who enjoys discomfort. It can at times be motivating, but only for its eventual relief. It holds no intrinsic value, and is not a state I wish to exist in chronically.

To this end, I believe it is also important to set a certain framing around my approach to my condition and its correction. I do not believe that the only approach to healing, and medicine, it to accommodate dysfunction and disease. I believe it is well within our capacity to make the problem kneel. It should be made to submit, to give way to a return to highest potential of the body. We should not adapt to disease; the disease should be made to adapt to us. I do not desire a piecemeal answer to symptoms, I desire a proper return to form.