From: imbibe@mindspring.com   
      
   Whitman met with Maurice Dean Heatly, the staff psychiatrist at the UT Health   
   Center, on March 29, 1966. He referred to his visit with Heatly in his final   
   suicide note, writing: "I talked with a Doctor once for about two hours and   
   tried to convey to him    
   my fears that I felt come [sic] overwhelming violent impulses. After one   
   visit, I never saw the Doctor again, and since then have been fighting my   
   mental turmoil alone, and seemingly to no avail."   
      
   Heatly's notes on the visit said, "This massive, muscular youth seemed to be   
   oozing with hostility [...] that something seemed to be happening to him and   
   that he didn't seem to be himself." "He readily admits having overwhelming   
   periods of hostility with    
   a very minimum of provocation. Repeated inquiries attempting to analyze his   
   exact experiences were not too successful with the exception of his vivid   
   reference to 'thinking about going up on the tower with a deer rifle and start   
   shooting people.'"   
      
   On August 2, an autopsy was conducted by Coleman de Chenar (a neuropathologist   
   at Austin State Hospital) at the funeral home. Urine and blood were removed to   
   test for traces of amphetamines or other substances. During the autopsy,   
   Chenar discovered a "   
   pecan-sized" brain tumor, which he labeled an astrocytoma and which exhibited   
   a small amount of necrosis. These findings were later revised by the Connally   
   Commission: "It is the opinion of the task force that the relationship between   
   the brain tumor and    
   Charles J. Whitman's actions on the last day of his life cannot be established   
   with clarity."   
      
   Forensic investigators have theorized that the tumor pressed against Whitman's   
   amygdala, a part of the brain related to anxiety and fight-or-flight responses.   
      
   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Whitman   
      
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