“Professional support for financial administration. Vanessa Cole as my designated medical advocate, consistent with my directive.”
Vanessa lowered her eyes.
“And Daniel Whitmore?” the judge asked.
I looked at my brother.
“As my brother.”
A few people smiled.
Daniel did not.
His eyes filled instead.
I continued.
“If he still wants the job.”
Daniel cleared his throat.
“I do.”
Judge Carter allowed herself the smallest smile.
The court approved a temporary voluntary arrangement pending final documentation.
No guardian.
No transfer of control.
No declaration that I was incapable of running my life.
But neither did the court pretend nothing had changed.
I would have regular independent medical reviews.
Large financial transactions would receive a second professional review.
My medications would be supervised more carefully.
Mark would no longer control medical records and corporate records at the same time.
And Gregory’s firm would step away from my personal representation.
I agreed to every condition.
