Head

We were about to head to my doctor for a follow up visit. When I stepped out of the bathroom she wasn’t there. “Where did she go?” She left. She told my staff she was a slow walker and she wanted to get a head start. I ran out of the office, waited anxiously for the elevator to come, (had I not been on a high floor I would have walked down) and made my way on the streets walking at a rapid speed. I didn’t see her. My cell phone rang. “Hello” “Where are you? Are you in the apartment?’ “No” She started to cry, “I fell.” I looked ahead and saw her walking towards me wheeling her carry on bag she had packed to take to her granddaughter later for an overnight. I looked at her head and there was a growing bump and bruise on the side of her eye. “You must go to the emergency room to get this checked out,” I exclaimed. She refused, being stoic as always. “After your doctor’s visit we will go to lunch and then I’m taking the LIRR out.” She insisted. No matter what I said I couldn’t convince her. She was 85 years old. Had two bad falls prior and has a rare form of amnesia called Transient Global Amnesia, which lasts for only a few hours hence, little research has been done on it. I knew she needed to have her head checked, no pun intended. She came with me to my doctor who handles a different part of the body who told her that at her age she really needed to have a CScan just to make sure there was no internal bleeding whose side effects could affect her later. She finally agreed. After my doctor’s visit I got her to the emergency room. Keeping her there was another story. “This is some fast track. I’m leaving. I’m okay,” she got up and ready to bolt. Waiting was not her specialty and she didn’t’ want to be there in the first place convinced she was totally fine. I practically had to strap her down. Her threats to bolt didn’t stop and I wasn’t getting anywhere with the ER staff to see her sooner than later. It took getting a friend of mine there who she listens to as oppose to me. Isn’t it always that way? Your mother listens to someone else before she listens to you. “You are not going anywhere.” My friend told her and then she headed to a nurse, “If you don’t take this elderly woman now she is going to drop dead in the waiting room.” That kicked them into gear and she was taken. After a brief input with the PA physician assistant (where are the doctors now?) she was wheeled up for a Cscan. Now we were in waiting mode again back in the ER room. Mom sitting on the bed getting more and more anxious and wanting to leave. Suddenly she looks beyond her curtain to the next bed and she saids, “There’s a movie star there. What’s his name?” I turned around and spotted Nicholas Cage and his wife and son. This was a welcome distraction. Celebrity siting is rated high in my family. She immediately started texting her grandkids and sons. That bought me some time. Once that wore off it was, “I wish Jane was here (Jane is the friend who showed up earlier and used her sharp tongue to get things done.) She would go out and tell them I must leave.” Finally, the PA returns with the results of the CScan. “There are no cracks or breaks on your cranium however you have a mass on your brain and you must see a neurosurgeon.” Mom and I looked at each other like we were hit over the head with a brick. What did she say? Mom, a brain tumor. She is the sharpest person I know and the healthiest 85 I have seen. How could that be? Is that what is causing her TGA? Our fears kicked in and so did our next adventure.
There is nothing like going to the ER for one thing, convinced you don’t even need to be there for that and then finding out there is something else wrong with you, something very scary.

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