The brother we knew was never coming back
The final requirement for Avi to be transferred to Kessler was the recommendation of his current doctor that he be sent there.
When my mother requested such a letter, the doctor looked at her with sad, pitying eyes and said, “You’re chasing a magic bullet that doesn’t exist. But I won’t stop you.”
The fact that Kessler agreed to take Avi infused us with renewed hope, because that meant they thought they could help him. And indeed, the attitude there was completely different from that of the first rehab center; they actually believed they could get him to respond.
For the first six weeks of Avi’s stay at Kessler, we saw almost no progress. The only improvement was that his eyes were perhaps starting to follow people.
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