Death

August, 1994: At thirteen, my son's dad was killed in a car accident, a head-on collision, on his way to pick up our boy for summer. A tragedy... Our son joined his dad's family at the funeral, but never seemed to want to spend time with them after, though I wanted him to keep contact with his half siblings. He turned his attention to his grades and both began to get straight A's, and put on some weight.

The step-mother had, for years earlier, chided him, and even berated him about his weight. I could never understand it, as the photos of him prior to his dad's death, showed a slender, handsome kid, full of mirth. It seemed as if now that he could eat normally, and not just sometimes when he was at our home, he ate constantly, and everything.

I could go on about that, but that's for another blog called: step-mothers from hell, the nicest possible description. Remember this though, and hear what the health care providers later will say about her actions as it relates to my son's more current status.

In addition, what had been an occassional migraine headache, (a family trait) began to be more persistent. I took him to a neurologist in the San Francisco, who diagnosed him with "acute, chronic migraines." He was fourteen.