So my mother, Lillian, who at the age of 75 had never been in the hospital, other then the birth of my brother and myself, hardly ever got sick, takes no meds other than an occasional aspirin, was diagnosed with Stage 4 Glioblastomo on March 13, 2015. Ironically this was Friday the 13th but if you knew the story how this was discovered, it was nothing short of a miracle.
My mom is a very stubborn, independent woman. She hardly ever complains therefore if she were having any sort of symptoms I was not aware. She was driving in her car to go to the DMV. She told me that she began to see a flicker in her left eye. This was affecting her sight so she decided to pull over. Little did she know, she pulled up onto the lawn. A gentlemen that was behind her got out of his car and approached her. He asked her if she was okay. Mom knew what she wanted to say but she could not speak. This gentlemen just happened to be an off-duty fireman. He knew the signs of a stroke or seizure and immediately called an ambulance. Weeks later I recall the neurologist telling me that this tumor is so aggressive that if that incident did not happen, she would have been gone before Memorial Day. Here we are 29 months later.