Published on Thursday, December 17, 2015 by Katherine I need to make this post brief. If I begin writing all the details of my last two weeks I believe my eventual meltdown will quickly ensue. And it isn’t quite time for that. On December 5 at 4:00 a.m. I was woken up in Corolla by a police officer knocking at my door. My 22-year-old healthy son had collapsed, was in the emergency room and I had to return home immed...