Instead, Donnie Reynolds, Lisa Costello and I loaded up into Donnie's car and raced across town in rush hour traffic to pick up my mom at her primary care clinic and transport her to her ER. Donnie brought his "B" camera, because we were shooting for a documentary about the lives of me and my family, after all.
In the end, the tests were inconclusive. The symptoms which had caused her to be referred to the ER did not recur. My mom was sent home somewhat after midnight. She has specialist followups, probably next week. For now, she is fine. A— Donnie and Lisa are all Heroes of the Revolution for being there and keeping both
As for me...
Her symptoms are not mine to describe here, but suffice to say they were closely akin to what drove my original hospital admission and cancer diagnosis back in 2008. That possibility won't be ruled out until after her specialist followups. I am very frightened for her, far, far beyond anything justified by the clinical evidence or current medical opinion. I know this is my emotional trauma over cancer shouting loudly in my ear. It's not logical. But it is very real.
Even if the worst happens, we know what to do. And it's likely enough the worst won't happen. Of course, that's what they told me about my initial presentation. Cancer wasn't even on the top five list of likely diagnoses. That's what they told me about my initial metastasis, that it wasn't at all likely to ever happen.
Once more, I am feeling the burn.
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