My Son Sold My House During My Surgery and Boxed My Notebooks as Trash — So I Opened the Blue Folder

My son wanted to sell my house and put me in a nursing home. I said no, I was still lucid. Three months later I had emergency surgery and he didn't answer a single one of my calls. A week later there was a SOLD sign, my things in boxes on the sidewalk, and a little note: "Figure it out." I cut all contact. A year later they saw me on national TV and found out how much I was worth. But at the bottom of those boxes was a blue folder he never opened...