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February 6, 1991 4:00 PM

Mom,

I'm starting this now, but it will probably take me a while to finish it.

Last Saturday night, you went into a coma. We weren't sure if you were going to make it, but you did. I don't know where to start. There is a scale that they measure the deepness of a coma with. I am considered to be a 15. You've been everywhere from a 10 down to a 4. Today you've mostly been a 6, but you dropped to a 4. You had a grand-mal seizure this morning at 7:05 AM. It lasted 3 minutes. That isn't very good. Since then, your cerebral fluid has been red with blood. I don't know what that means, but I talk to Di on Friday morning so I'll find out more then. Your blood pressure dropped very low yesterday morning and again tonight at 8:30 PM. Nana flew down on Sunday night. Uncle Rick and Rita were down Sunday and left Monday.

I'm so scared for you. This going up and down stuff is really stressful. Your blood pressure went really low tonight and yesterday morning. Everything seems to be really up and down.

I really hope you pull out of this, but I know you wouldn't want to have mental problems, so I hope you don't. On the other hand, if the doctors don't think you're going to make it I wish they'd let you go.

Darrin's Oma passed away early Monday morning. The funeral is this coming Monday.

Dad, Nana and I went to a support group meeting this evening. We're at a different stage than them, so they mainly were talking about the rehab instead of the injury. It was at the Glenrose. Dad got quite upset, so I explained everything.

I miss you, and I want you to get better. I'm still really strong, but lately I've been breaking down more at night.

I love you. Twyla

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