That's the one that cured me. I won't even let my Mom hang it in the house and she spent a fortune on a huge portrait size of me and my sister. The myasthenia gravis was working on me pretty hard and my eyelid and one side of my mouth drooped - just made me more self-conscious than I already was at sixteen. So, Mom's got five hundred or so dollars spent on portraits that she can only use a few of - the ones that are just of my sis. I've only had two photos in my life that I'll own up to - one when I was 12 standing on top of the van washing it and one when I was 14 with out big yellow cat, Gulliver, wrapped around my neck like a furpiece. He loved doing that.
