My Mama is sick. I received one of those cursed calls from my brother last night. Daddy was taking Mama to the E.R. She had fallen. Her left leg wasn't "working". Her left hand was tingly feeling. Her color wasn't good. She wasn't talking coherently.
That's just not good, Internets.
This was at 9:30 p.m. I got off the phone with my brother who promised to call as soon as he heard word.
I sat here in my glider rocker. And I started rocking. Hard. You see, I think better when I get to rocking. That might be because of the hours I've spent rocking babies throughout my life. Who knows. I was a thinking machine, though. I made the executive decision to start calling and texting my people back in South Carolina. My home church people whom I've known my whole entire life. Didn't take long for the ball to get rolling. My Daddy's fellow deacon got his phone cranked up and prayers started rolling.
A heart felt shout out to Cindy and R.D. She is my "big sister" (which is hilarious because she's so tiny and petite...and I'm not). I called her and within minutes, she and R.D. (her hubby) were on their way to the hospital to check on things. I felt much better knowing my Daddy wasn't going to be alone.
People showed up to keep Daddy company and I got minute by minute accounts of what was going on. Mama was sent for a CAT scan. Her sugar upon arrival was in the 500's. ( I found that tidbit out today)
I was worried beyond normal borders.
The Man and I managed to grab some sleep around 1 a.m. or so. I called my Daddy first thing this morning to get an update.
Mama had a stroke.
Funny how some words have the power to echo through your mind. It's like your mind splits into two pieces. One part turns into a five year old who is crying because Mama is hurting. The other part continues to have a conversation with Daddy and asking all the right questions and is even able to remember what is said for the most part. I can't even begin to tell you how much power that one word had over my entire being.
It's a light stroke. Her leg and hand are giving her issues, but her face is fine and so is her speech. Daddy says she's been running her mouth all day long. She's in a fine place and is being taken care of. She'll be there for a few days until her sugar is under control and some re-hab has been done. I'm sure all the tests aren't done being run and a new medication is in her future.
My Mama had a stroke. I'm still in shock. Daddy said not to come home. He promised that if I needed to, he would give the word. Another good reason? Ms. Hanna is heading their way and it looks like they're in for some bad weather in the next couple of days. I secretly hope they'll keep Mama long enough to get past this storm. Their home will lose electricity for sure. Hopefully, not for long. I swear you can fart hard and the power goes out. That is one thing I DON'T miss at all. I don't mind country living, but dang.
My day has been filled with what happens regularly on Thursdays. During that time, I've stayed on the phone with my roots back in South Carolina. I may be 300 miles away, but I was making sure to get updates at least every 30 minutes. Those of you who made that happen? I am forever grateful. I even had a childhood friend and fellow Duran Duran lover, Michelle, call and say that she would be my hands. Whatever I wanted/needed her to do for Mama, she would without hesitation. You can't buy that kind of friendship.
My Mama is sick. I need your thoughts and prayers sent her way if you are so inclined. She's a mighty fine woman. Shoot, she had to be to have Miss Hope!