it is hard to verbalize. sometimes i just can't get my head around it. she is underground in a field somewhere in the middle of kansas
with nothing but the wind to keep her company. i think of everything she endured, i think of how much i endured, and know there is no
comparison. she was not always an easy person to like, but she was my mother and there is not much i would give to spend 5 more minutes with her.
last summer i took a course on neural imaging. though it was not what my professor expected (or wanted), i took the occasion
to learn about huntington's from a scientific prospective rather than a personal. here is what i found.
