Chapter 8

“It’s nothing too severe, at least.” She lowered her eyes. “For the time being. So far I just have some slight visual and motor issues and those are proving to be fairly insignificant and irregular. Occasionally, I have trouble coordinating my hands to work as my brain is telling them to. The medical imaging has—”

“Medical imaging?” Randy’s voice caught on the words and he had to pause to find his tongue. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“MS, or so they tell me.” She stated it so nonchalantly she could have been asking for the salt. “As I was about to say, the medical imaging has shown a supportive argument for the diagnosis. They’ve also done a lumbar puncture, of course, as well as tested my eyes. While it could get more troublesome, and probably will, they say it could take years. Unfortunately, they’ve taken my license from me. That, and the strain of my current position on the bench, have led your father and I to believe the best thing for the situation would be retirement.”