The CT Results

Diane, one of the five daughters, recalls accompanying Mom and Pop to the doctor’s visit in which the doctor explained the results of Mom’s CT scan. This appointment took place in January, 2008:

With a lump in my throat and my heart feeling as if it were going to explode, I watched and tried to listen. The doctor used the tip of her ink pen to point out each area of Mom’s brain where miniature strokes had occurred over time. I fought back tears with all my might. I could not bear to look at my sweet mother sitting next to me without the slightest idea of what we were talking about…or did she have an inkling?

As the doctor finished, I took a deep breath and used all of my strength to turn toward Mom, making sure to hide what was exploding inside of me. There have been very few times in my life that I had to listen to something that hurt this bad and not cry. “Knowing” that Mom is sick is one thing, but “seeing” the actual damage on the brain scan was painful beyond words.

Pop was quiet. I’m not sure how well he could hear and not sure what kind of emotions he might be fighting. Mom was angry and ready to leave. They returned home, and I went back to my job. Getting my mind back on my work would help me get through the rest of the day until I could get home and fall apart.

That was my plan, but I forgot one major thing. Or should I say FOUR major things— my sisters—each one of them anxiously awaiting my report. One by one, we cried together over the phone, as they seemed to live through the experience of the previous hour along with me. I would now no longer need to go home and fall apart. Together, our prayers will get us through this. I am so thankful for my god-given support group!