December 27th, 1937

Dearest Unicorn,

The operation is tomorrow, and even though I should be excited, I can't help but feel as if I'm breaking inside…I'm sure it's just nerves. I hate my nerves – but you already knew that. Mother is already planning all the things we will do after I recover, parties to go to, places to visit, young men to meet…I don't think she realizes that the surgery will only effect my leg, not my personality! I may have gotten over my fear of public humility while typing, but I still hate being around strangers! I even have small panic attacks on a regular basis during school hours. I've just learned to control them better than before - that and not throwing up. I am trying to plan ahead, think of what I want to do after this surgery – not what mother wants. Where does Jim live nowadays? We never got an invitation to his wedding, is he well? Oh dear, I hear the nurses coming, I should go. Goodnight dear Unicorn, maybe when I recover I will have the strength to visit him and we can meet again.

Love Forever & Always,

Laura