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The doctors didn’t talk to me about the fact that my brain waves were going crazy. I guess they thought that if my brain waves were freaking out like that while I was resting, they didn’t want to risk seeing what my brain waves would be like if I was also freaking out. However, they spoke at length with Dad, who came back looking older than I’ve ever seen him.

Everyone treated me like I was going to die. It was a little liberating at first, but it got aggravating enough so that I would want to get out of bed and whack them with a dinner tray just to prove that I could.

While my dad wasn’t exactly happy with the fact that I could potentially have seizures and perish any moment, he was glad that he had an excuse to spend more time with me. We watched TV into the night, waiting for the doctors’ responses.

Eventually, they decided on a risky plan. They knew that my dad could not afford to stay in San Francisco for more than a day due to the responsibilities of his job, so they allowed me to embark on a trip back to Boston. However confusing the behavior of my brainwaves were, they all agreed that it was unlikely that I would be further harmed, and that as a matter of fact, the pain I felt was most likely shock from the activity my brain was experiencing.

My dad was not so sure, but not only did the doctors urge him to take on this plan, so did I. Although I loved spending time with him, I knew how important his job was, both to him and what it meant for our family. Since Mom passed away in labor, my dad has had to work overtime, all the time, in order to provide for me. I couldn’t let him throw his career away because I had gotten a headache.

So, by 6:00 PM, we had gotten to Boston, and been admitted to room 58 at Mass General.