Mary sighed. “I just want to fix it.”
The Cooper household was unusually quiet for a Tuesday evening—which, as anyone in Medford, Texas, could tell you, was rarely a good sign. Sheldon, ten years old and already possessing the emotional restraint of a disappointed librarian, had recently been diagnosed with something the doctors called “benign essential tremor.” It wasn’t dangerous, they assured Mary. But for Sheldon, anything that defied logic was dangerous.
But Mary couldn’t let it go. That night, after Sheldon went to bed—after reciting the periodic table to calm himself—she sat at the kitchen table with a spiral notebook and a phone book. She circled three numbers: a chiropractor, an acupuncturist, and a man listed only as “Dr. Wu – Energy Healer.” young sheldon s01e18 h255
“Then you type them,” Missy said. “Or you say them. You’ve got a big mouth. Use it.”
She kissed the top of his head. His left hand shook once, then stilled. Mary sighed
Mary, who had been praying silently since the doctor’s visit, forced a smile. “It’s fine, Shelly. The doctor said it might even go away.”
Sheldon considered this. Then: “Dad?” But for Sheldon, anything that defied logic was dangerous
The tremor was subtle—a slight wobble in his left hand when he tried to write equations. To anyone else, it was nothing. To Sheldon, it was chaos.