2004-07-06 - 3:02 a.m.
In some people's dreams they can fly.. In my dreams I could walk.. I didn't get a chance to walk on my own until I was too old for my mom to carry me all the time... Then my uncles used to lend a hand. My uncle Lloyd called me dopey because I used to fall all over everything..
I could say I was a sick child, but I really wasn't. I'm not sure what was wrong with me.. They thought that I might have MD for awhile.. My mom was terrified. That verdict was rendered false and they just treated me the best they could.
I just know that my first memory was being at the end of a long hallway with doors all the way down. Maybe 20 doors but I was young and not sure exactly how many. I remember a nice brown haired man in a white coat telling me to walk to my sister at the end of the hallway. I did and he wrote something on a clipboard. My memory is a little fuzzy on this point. I was still little. Only 2 years old or so.
He took us all into his office and my mom took my pants off. I was a little bit scared when he wrapped the bandage around my foot and leg. The bandage was scary. Though the white stuff had a strange smell to it, it was strangely comforting. It was cold when he started putting it on the bandage and I remember I had to sit for a long time until it dried.
That was my first cast, prominently displayed in most of my photos as a young child.
I remember my mom crying one day and she told me that the nice brown-haired man had died, so he wouldn't be putting my casts on anymore. My medical records had also disappeared, at the same time though, as did many of his patients.
I asked her years later what he had died of and she told me that he committed suicide. She never knew why. I remembered that he had a photo of a pretty woman and little girl on his desk. He said that they were his wife and child. The wife was about my age then.. Maybe the little girl is my age now. I'll bet they still miss him.
