When I take Lyrica, the pain is manageable, when I don't, I cannot even be touched. Lyrica is so expensive, I have no insurance and my husband has told me he will no longer get it for me. I cannnot work, I am not on disability, I do not qualify for Medicare. I could try Medicaid, if only he would actually give me the real numbers to our inconme, because, although his work is sporadic, he still does work. He doesn't have a care in the world as far as his health goes because he is over 65 and has Medicare! I wish I had the nerve to just pack up a shopping cart and live on the street. But I am not that far out yet. I try to take only one Lyrica a day, but I have to take two. Otherwise, there is no effect! My life sucks, and I am the one that got me here. I escaped Castro's Cuba with my family when I was 10, my father died at 11, and I have been a suvirvor ever since. But for the past 35 years this husband has controlled me mercilessly and I have not had the guts to do anything about it because we live in a city where I have no family and all the friends I have tried to make throughout the years, he has demeaned behind their back and I cannot look them in the eyes anymore. I have give up on a lot of things. Mostly, I have given up on myself. I hope my cancer comes back so that I can just go. Fast! I cannot take it anymore.