I ran into the men’s room at Ichiban to find a small puddle of blood and Brian on the floor. The paramedics were called by the staff as I tried to comfort him and cover the gash on his forehead. He was understandably embarrassed, confused and scared.
The police and medics were great and he was taken to the hospital. Thankfully, he went to Jersey Shore this time. We sat in the hallway for hours. My Dad and Brian’s family all ran over as quickly as possible. When there are others there to support you it can almost seem enjoyable.
After getting tested and stitched up, he was set to go. At this point we weren’t sure what happened but likely just a pass out. Brian slept a lot on and off which his brain needed to heal itself from the initial seizure. However, he continued to experience vertigo.
Two days later my Grandmother was taken to Jersey Shore because her body was failing. At this point I think we had all known it wouldn’t be much longer. I will never forget my parents praying with her one evening and feeling so envious of their courage and strength as I was crumbling inside.
Brian’s vertigo wasn’t getting any better and I was scared to leave him alone. Would he have another seizure? What if he fell? What would I do? I was torn between spending as much time as I could with my Grandmother but also making sure Brian was safe. I would leave him along for two hours while I went to visit her.
Since Brian wasn’t feeling much better and he needed his stitches removed, his Mom took him to the urgent care at Jersey Shore while I was visiting my Grandmother. I was in between two patients trying to be the best support for all the people I loved.
After seeing a third doctor, it was determined that Brian likely had a concussion from the initial seizure which caused him to pass out the next day. It was somewhat of a relief but it still felt like never knowing what could happen next. The anxiety and fear was building.
A week after Brian’s second incident, my Grandmother was going into hospice. I visited with her Tuesday after work. Although she did not appear to be awake, she was constantly moving her arms and legs as if she was uncomfortable. I felt an incredible pain inside of me because I felt she was in pain. I left the room and crumbled; sobbing uncontrollably.
In that moment I decided to say goodbye to her because I didn’t want to remember her in this state. That was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make.
To be continued…