April 3rd, 1950 Dear Cousin Moira, Sorry to hear that your husband is in the hospital. Tim’s had a horrible five years, hasn’t he? What a sad thing that is, you being in a foreign country and all. Do the doctors think he’s going to have more seizures? Do you know what caused it? And in the car, too. You’re lucky he didn’t fall out the door. Golly, you two have been through a lot. You tell him I hope he gets well soon, even better than he was before he had the seizure. I have to tell you, I never knew a bad concussion could be so awful for so long. I don’t think I could stand it, either having such a concussion or taking care of someone who had one. Is the friend you mentioned helping you out? You say Tim will be in the hospital for another week—that’s a long time, isn’t it? Is there anything they can do to lessen the kind of seizures he has? Some kind of medicine, maybe, or an operation to help? I can ask Dr. Ives, if you like, to see if he can suggest anything. He’s just our local doc, but he’s good at his job.
