Last evening I had a call from one of my sisters. She was fretting because Mom had been feeling nauseous all day, but refused to go to the hospital. I called my other sister to check on Mom's symptoms from her illness earlier this summer. They were similar, so I called Mom immediately. Our conversation wasn't very long. I couldn't determine whether she was annoyed that we were urging her to go to the hospital or she simply was feeling miserable. At any rate, I extracted a promise from her that she'd call my sister to take her to the hospital if she got feeling worse.
Her condition must have deteriorated because she called my sister about 10:00 to take her to the local hospital. That sister called me this morning to let me know that Mom had been diagnosed as having had a heart attack. The local hospital decided to send her by ambulance to a larger regional hospital about 50 miles away. My youngest brother, who lives close by, went to the local hospital and stayed with her till they transported her by ambulance. The eldest of my brothers planned to visit her in the afternoon. When he and his wife arrived at the regional hospital, staff were making arrangements to send Mom to Toronto to the foremost cardiac hospital in Canada for an angiogram.
I hope I can make my way there tomorrow to check on her.
I know that many of you will keep her in your prayers, and I truly appreciate that.
Sep 23, 2009 | 2:05 AM PST
Oh, my. I am so sorry to hear that. I just read somewhere that being nauseous was a sign of heart attack in women. It's a good thing that everyone was paying attention. I will keep you in my prayers.