I can't help much on the meaning of life. Sometimes wonder about that one myself...but I can say this:

Sometimes I will sit at my desk for hours and pour over every little detail of a report trying to figure out what to do on something....I will analyze it forwards, backwards, from every angle I can imagine....and still can't figure out exactly what to do to fix the problem. I'm at stalemate, have cussed 37 times, and have thrown a pen across the room.

Then, somebody will walk in, look over my shoulder, and go..."Hmmmph, look at that right there. [pointing to something on the report] That's weird."

And there it is, right in front of me the whole time, the last piece of the puzzle. My point is that sometimes, no matter how good you are, a fresh set of eyes on any challenge can break the case.

If you can go somewhere like Cleveland Clinic for a fresh set of eyes, brother, I would do it. It certainly can't hurt. Keep hangin in!