Of course I don’t wait until Monday. Instead I call the PA again and this time I leave a message saying he will find us in the ER, because that’s where I’m heading. I pack up my mom and take her back to the hospital where we spend 7 hours in the ER. I repeat over and over again the last 7 days, and finally after a series of exams we are admitted to the same hospital wing we were in just 48 hours ago. I get my mom settled in and go to find the nurse.
I come back into the room explaining to my mom that she will be visited by 2 Doctor’s and that tomorrow she will most likely do an MRI. When I look into her bed I come face to face with a small Hispanic man with a very large black mustache.
‘oh my God excuse me!!’ I say and run out as fast as I can trying to get my bearings back.
Once back in the real room of my mother I explain to my brother and mom what just happened. Maybe because I’m a bit delirious, or maybe because I’m having a nervous breakdown, but I start laughing uncontrollably. My laughter is followed by my brother, and incredibly enough by my mother – who up until this point seemed trapped in another world..and for the first time today I know there is hope.