If you're a regular here, you know that I have been working on finishing a string quilt to send off to my Mom. They say a quilt is a hug - and this is a hug for my Mom, who had a stroke recently.
There have been a few health issues around here recently. It started with my oldest son getting gasoline in his eyes. We called my Mom, who works for an eye doctor and she recommended immediate medical care so off we went to the ER. (He's fine now.) I had already been experiencing a tightness in my chest, but the day after his ER visit, I started having electrifying zaps of pain from under my arm across my breast. I called my Mom, who of course always has a way of calming me down when I get rather anxious about things. I thought I had the symptoms of breast cancer - I really didn't know what those are, I just knew I had a pain like no other. My Mom talked me through what I think was an anxiety attack over the chest pain - I was pacing the house in circles, mainly because I couldn't sit down since sitting down made it worse. I could only sit on a hard chair.
After a trip to urgent care I was diagnosed with a pinched nerve and given pain and anti-inflammatory medications. Good thing I went in because it only got worse before it got better. By the next day I could hardly sit in the car to drive. The pain came in waves and I couldn't help but gasp or sometimes scream! What a nutcase I had become! Just ask my husband!
That's when my Dad called to say my Mom was in the hospital and they were running tests to see if it was anxiety or a stroke. She was feeling odd and couldn't speak in a normal manner. When the doctors asked her if she was worried about anything in particular, she said "my daughter is having pain in her chest". OH NO! Now SHE was worried about ME! I was very worried for her - but did my best not to cry because crying uses your chest muscles and mine were on fire! What a mess this had become! The thought of sitting for a 3.5 hour plane ride to go be with her was out of the question.
Test showed a blood clot in her brain but it was small, and physically she was not experiencing any problems. The only challenge for her was her words. As it turned out, this was not an anxiety attack but I still felt badly for any part I played in it.
That night I got a call from my Mom. She was in the hospital room by herself - Dad had just gone home. She wanted to let me know that she was okay and for me not to worry. She told me this in words that I completely understood, but some of them weren't quite right.
We've since been told that Mom was extremely fortunate to have had so little problems following this mini stroke. She's home and doing much better. She still gets a tad frustrated when speaking or writing, but is expected to fully recover. She sounds better and better.
I love you Mom and Dad!
PS - Linking up to Fabric Tuesdsay at Quilt Story!
And while I'm at it, I'm linking up to WIP Wednesday (see sidebar). My new WIP is a gingham creation. Join in! Use #projectgingham as your hash tag on instagram. Visit KristaStitched for details.