Caller ID: Chambersburg Hosp 717-555-5555
Peggy Anne, this is your father.
Your mother is in the hospital.
She’s had a stroke.
Okaaaaaay? What. Happened?
She was cooking pancakes this morning and slumped over the stove. I got her to the floor and called 911. We’ve been here all day.
So. How. Is. She?
She’s been moved up to a room.
Well, I’ve left a message for Paul and you should call Patrick.
Should we come up?
I’d wait until we know more.
Dad, is she up and talking?
No, she’s unresponsive.
Dad, I’ll make some phone calls, then we are coming up.
Okay, but she is really out of it and doesn’t know what’s going on.
Okay – we want to come up.
Okay, I’m just telling you so you are not surprised when you get here…she’s unresponsive.
I hang up the phone, stumble out the garage and follow the sound of the pressure washer to the front door where Mike is working on the front of the house. I don’t remember when I started screaming…MIKE MIIIIIKE MIIIIIIIIIKE. He finally turns to see me and drops the sprayer, holding out his hands to me as he walks towards me. I’m screaming and gasping for air…”momhadastroke, MOMHADASTROKE!” I cry out repeatedly “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD” as Mike leads me back into the house and helps me lay on the couch, he’s on his knees, head tilted towards mine, stroking my hair…”shhhh shhhhh shhhhh”. I gulp air until I can repeat what Dad has told me. Mike packs a bag as I scream. We get in the car and Mike begins to drive. I make some phone calls then stare blankly out the car window.
My mom had a stroke.