Dear Betsy,
Here I am writing you again. A lot has happened.
I have been very dwon and unable to sleep. I have a lot on my mind. My parents are really upsetting. The brakes on their precious car which is what I drive are shot. I told them and told them. Now everything will need replacing. My dad knows nothing about cars.
I had to go to my doctor to get some help. He put me on my estrogen only increased it. Plus he wants me to take progestrone for 10 days a month. I am going for a pap smear on July 10th I will gain weight from the medicine. I don't eat that much really. I am making a batch of the most delicious chili. I get up early. Bob is coming later to eat with me. We love hot spicy chili. I learned to cook so different with Bob. I even love avadcados. I try lots of things. I love italian and mexican food. I don't like rice, macaroni, nooles or pastas. I love vegetables, cottage cheese. Before I go to bed I heat a cup of milk and add 1 tsp of nesltles Quick. Relaxing. Plus I take my calcium since I am getting older and I don't want osteoporous.
I am without a car and I hate it. I can't do anything. I have to go early because of the heat. I wish summer were over for my sake. I like cool days and dreary. The sun really gets my feet and knees. I don't know if I'll get to church tomorrow either or even where to go.
I am still mixed up about that. I like the Episcopal church but it isn't air conditioning. I think I'll go back to being a Presbyterian and forget all others. Between religion, my disease, my parnets and Bob, it is no wonder I am a basket case. You know, it broke my heart not to go to Sandy's wedding or get to meet Mark and see all of you. I was so upset that day. I had my ticket all paid for and I lost my $200 or I wish everyone could understand (including me) that I am no longer able to do much. I love you so much and your sisters and I am missing so much. It is very sad. But I can't dwell on it. I pray for you every day. I do feel better today and I slept better.
Bob and I may not go back. I like my freedom. I guess I belong alone with the conditions I have to live under. I like things neat and he doesn't. I can't take clutter.
Well, the brakes were through to metal but my dad is going to pay for it all. Thank God for that.
Well, I guess I'll close now. Please write and understand my confusion. I love you, dearly. I miss you. come and see me.
All my love,
Mom
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