“One time I took Jodie to a chiropractor,” she said. “He told me he could cure Jodie by rearranging the ions in her brain with a giant electromagnet placed under her mattress at night. And, ‘oh, by the way,’ he sells the magnets for two hundred dollars. So I went home and I talked to my husband about it. At this point, I had stopped being a smart person. And he just looked at me and said, ‘Listen to yourself. Do you hear what you’re saying?’ It was that moment when I realized how far I’d gone. This was my grief, not my brain. And you can’t think with your grief.”
Desperation's a powerful thing
