As the plane starts to move I’m all smiles, eagerly anticipating our take off. All it takes is 60 seconds of this in order for pure terror to take hold. The bumps under the wheels do nothing to calm my nerves. I worry about my father, one seat up , for whom this whole experience may very well be a nightmare. It’s enough to drive this extraordinarily sober man into the arms of drugs. Simple anxiety medicine, but it’s more drug than he’s had in the past two years combined. Controlling the thoughts flying into your head is more important and difficult now than ever.