If I am realistic, then no. My condition will only deteriorate. If I follow that deterioration to it's logical conclusion, then my death will be the most painful and hideous demise it's possible to imagine. LOL.
So. The only logical conclusion is either suicide (which presents it's own unique issues) or to be wilfully delusional, and attempt to live life as well as I can until my inevitable conclusion.
My only 'hope' would be a benign and treatable diagnosis.
Before the virus and the incipient collapse of society, that was a slim chance at best, and only with my devious manipulation of an already failing health service.
Now?
I believe the saying is 'Pissing into the wind.' Which is strangely appropriate.