We’re at the hospital again. Mom had a seizure and fell in the kitchen this morning. This was her second seizure, except this time wasn’t because she didn’t refill her meds.
She made a pot of coffee, put the spaghetti she wanted to have for dinner on the counter, and then started walking in circles.
Dad asked her what she was doing and she said she didn’t know. Thankfully he was able to catch her when she collaspsed.
My little brother and I were still sleeping. Dad started screaming in the kitchen, “HELP, HELP.” We sprinted up the stairs in panic and saw Mom on the floor. Dad already called 911, but he was terrified and didn’t want to be with Mom alone. (I don’t blame him, but he forgets he has an eleven yr old who’s more scared than him, and breaking down in front of him doesn’t help).
My little brother was shaking. Uncontrollably shaking. So I took him to the backyard and had him sit by me on the deck steps, and we prayed. Sometimes I don’t know how to pray for this, all I do is thank Him for being with her. I thank Him for the promise of Heaven, for peace and strength.
I helped him take breaths, and I asked him to name five things he saw, five things he could hear, and five things he smelled. He looked up at the trees, trying to focus on the leaves moving in the breeze. Then he looked at me with his little red eyes and said “I’m scared.”
We heard the sirens getting closer and closer. He held his puppy close to his chest and I had to keep reminding him to breathe when he’d hold his breath.
We’re all scared and that’s normal.
She’s okay right now. Her words are more difficult to understand again, but she’s awake and trying. She wants to leave the hospital, she hates it here. I know they won’t tell someone who has one month left that they can’t go home, so she’ll leave today.
She had an MRI, EEG, and CT scan done. All of the tumors have grown and that’s the cause of the seizures. They’re putting her on more meds to help her be comfortable and hopefully avoid having more events like this.
She still smiles. Smiles at the nurses poking her and the fireman carrying her out to the ambulance. Smiles at the dog as she gets wheeled out of the house, and smiles at all of our terrified faces.
Thanks for ready and praying for my family. -Elaina
Elaine Kate 