I was told that my case was mild and I there were no treatments.
Next I was told that I had fatty liver but my case was mild and that they weren't treating people like me. I was told that I was 1:1 and since I contracted it appx. 20 years ago, it would move to the next stage in another 20 years, i.e., stage 2:2 at 40 and 3:3 at 60 so I didn't need treatment.
Next I was told that my case was mild (he didn't mention a viral load of almost a million) and while treatments were getting better it would be better to wait a few years until they were alot better.
Next he asked how he could help me and looked at me in shock when I pointed out he had been my hepatologist for the last 10 years. He went on to tell me I was depressed.
Next I went my general and said, referral. Not asked, said, because clearly he felt no need to monitor my fatal illness.
Next I was told my case was mild and my physical and depressive complaints were real, valid and for that reason alone I should try treatment. Digression: Isn't it sick that it takes 15 years and a passel of western doctors to find one recognized that I was sick and not a malingerer? Also that the stages generally grow greater in 10 years (not 20)(and from someone else now I've heard 7).
In my travels I've now met a group of us, and I have a friend who went from 1:1 to cirrosis in something like five years. She is too sick now to go on interferon. Sick every day, she isn't on transplant list.
So, every day it's a whole new thing. That is what makes healthcare decisions so difficult for me.

Tiffany, you live in a big city right? I'm sure they have a support group at the hospital, and if they don't maybe if you talk to them about it, they may be willing to start one. I know, you are too sick to do that or probably to sick to even go. I just thought I would suggest it in case you are up and able and interested.

Take good care Tiffany. We're here with you.