This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Sunday, September 20, 1981

September 20, 1981 Sally

Dear Sally,

I am writing this letter and will get it copied because of the limited use of my right hand.  For the past 6 months I have had no use in it.  Then last week it regained some usage.  It is hard to write but I have no typewriter now.

I went to MAYO clinic in Rochester, Minnesota for my legs and hands, etc. in June 28.  They put me in the hospital for 2 weeks and ran all tests.  They came up with 3 diseases all of which there is no known cause, cure or treatment.  They all called Erythremalagia, Vasculitis and Acgrocyanosis.  I have learn to live with either hot burning, painful feet and knees or cold ones.  Plus they said the use of my right hand was gone forever but it is improving.  I see a psychologist weekly.  I am still on Welfare with food stamps.  


Garry and I were officially divorced June 12, 1981.  He is in VA now with Betsy and Kirstie.  He got married to a 27 year old Allison last night.  They have been living together since March 1980.  Sandy lives with me.  She is 14 years old but wants to be about 16 or more.

My new apartment is nicer.  It has central air conditioning and gas heat (this is a must with my feet and legs).

Garry forged our equity check (forged my name) and cost is anxiety and money.  I still can't believe he did it.  I'll never be able to trust him again.

I am very lonely and would love to hear from you.  I have a wheelchair and 2 canes to help me walk.  I wish I could do more for myself.

Well, I will close and hopefully get this letter mailed.  My parents took me to MAYO.  They are both okay.  Mom has colitis from worry over me.  Please write soon.

Love,
Judy

PS:  I can't remember when I wrote last or what I said.  Did I pay you for the bread?  Please let me know.  I am bored and nervous and can't concentrate on things.  Please write soon.
Hope you are all well.

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