I received this email from my mom. It is one of the last times she emailed me:
I was up early today. I went to the UCF campus and spoke with a woman who was going to contact a psychologist, Dr. Faughty, who might be able to help me with some of my issues.
Obviously, if the cat scan was accurate and correct, but I am still having problems, there must be something else going on. I had to do something. I don’t know if I will get a call any time soon, but I hope to hear from Dr. Faughty, or someone he recommends.
I’m really excited about the “gigantic” baby, too!
I’m going to have some lunch and head out with resumes with the hope that someone will respond.
I should probably think about looking for another place to live, maybe a smaller condo somewhere.
I’m trying to attack all of my battlefields. I would hate to have to move from here, but I will take anything, even without the river.
I love you very much and hope that you can send pics soon.