Doctors never helped so I tried a couple alternatives. I try to remember the name of the newest doctor as I stare out the car window. Farmhouses and barns are white and red islands in seas of corn and soy beans. I resist the urge to ask my mom how much longer before we get there. I cannot resist the urge to scratch my scalp or rub my eyes. She catches me and gives me the look. No words are needed. Scratching and rubbing make things worse, but I’m a little girl and sometimes I can’t stop myself. I have a feeling this will be our last attempt to find…