She didn't know if her doctor would release her to fly for Josh's wedding, but thankfully he did and so she and her husband came. They had a terrible time getting here. Their first flight was cancelled due to weather and their second flight was so late that they missed their connecting flight. So instead of getting here late Wednesday night they got here Friday night after spending the night in a hotel in San Francisco. That was a bummer all by itself.
While they were here she noticed swelling in her feet and ankles and shortness of breath. She called her doctor Monday morning before Josh's wedding. During the reception her doctor called her back and told her to go to Urgent Care because he was concerned about DVT (deep vein thrombosis). Urgent Care sent her to Baylor's ER because they didn't have the machine to test for DVT. So she went to the ER. While she was there they told her she should not be taking Imitrex for her migraines because of her brain bleed, which her doctor in CA had NOT told her. They also ruled out DVT and said she was probably suffering from the side effects of the steroid (Dexamethasone) she took for 6 weeks after the brain bleed. And they released her from the hospital.
So because of what the doc said about Imitrex, she stopped taking it, even though she's been suffering from migraines almost daily. The ER doc had given her Vicodin to help with the migraines but the following day (this past Tuesday) she had such a terrible headache (after her flight home was also cancelled) and she could not get rid of it. She ended up back in the ER Tuesday night. They admitted her because after the CT scan they wanted to do an MRI Wednesday morning. On Wednesday morning before we left the house to go see her, I called my brother to let him know what was going on. He was on his way to the airport to catch a flight for a business trip but he decided to skip it and go to the hospital. My mom's husband had called her before we left to check on her and she was doing fine. As soon as we got to the hospital I saw the back of my brother from the hallway standing at her bedside. As I walked into the room and could finally see around him, I saw my mother.
My mother...a woman of strength and beauty. A woman whose beauty defines her every step and whose strength carries me when I am weak. A mother is her children's resting place. Because my words can't express how much I love my mom, here is a poem I found online that describes her perfectly:
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!
I love you, Mom!! I have thanked God over and over again for not taking you home!
Now, move to Texas. :)