A family health scare altered my plans
Not even three weeks from the time this was written, my mom had a seizure. After bringing her to the hospital, my family was stunned to find out that she had a brain tumor the size of a golf ball. The pressure and inflammation was what caused the seizure and it had likely been growing for over 30 years. We were stunned to say the least. One thought kept circling around in my head,
“How can I take this trip now, not knowing what will happen to my mom?”
I had instantly abandoned the idea of the trip and planned to use the money I had saved to help with the inevitable hospital bills.
That first weekend in the hospital was spent hanging out with one another laughing, praying, and having deep discussions about our hopes, fears, and dreams. In the midst of those conversations, I had a cautiously optimistic idea. If all goes well, why not have my mom come on part of the trip?
After the scariest and most uncertain weekend of my family’s collective lives, we finally got good news from the resident neurosurgeon. The tumor was most likely benign and would potentially be easy to remove. As long as it hadn’t grown over the optic nerve or any major blood vessels, she’d be fine. The bad news? She had to be transferred to another hospital again, this time all the way in Miami. We were reservedly optimistic.
It was a long week of planning, arguing with insurance companies, and waiting to be seen by the newly referred neurosurgeon in Miami. We finally were able to meet with him on a Friday morning and had the procedure promptly scheduled three days later. He seemed confidently optimistic, so our mood reflected his. We banded together, took the train to the hospital, and stayed together right up until my mom’s procedure. It was an incredibly stressful day, but it ended with the best news I’ve ever heard.