Mental Health: You Can’t Just Put a Band-Aid on It

The phone rang and my mother said, “There is something wrong with your father, come quick.” It was a 45-minute drive to the ranch from New Braunfels and I left immediately. When I arrived, I talked for an hour with my Dad. I couldn’t detect anything wrong. But Mom insisted there was something wrong. She scheduled an appointment with the doctor. Months later and many doctors later, but no one…