Hope everyone is enjoying their spring break and apologies to any one who knows part of this story already. 

This past weekend I had a scary thing happen. Saturday afternoon around 4, I was outside working in my flower beds, talking to Gus, and all of a sudden I couldn’t form sentences or put words together.  I knew what I wanted to say,  but I couldn’t say it.  All the kids and Kameron were at the house, and after about an hour it was the same, so we decided to go to the hospital (EGH). Got checked in very quickly (cuddos to EGH) and did a bunch of testing.  Ruled out a stroke.   At this point the symptoms had gone away and I felt pretty normal, however the ER dr decided I needed to check in to the hospital. So after a very long evening in the ER, I finally got a room at 3am. 

Sunday morning,  I had an MRI , which came back clear (meaning  no new  cancer activity), so I was hoping to get released. Nope.  The kids and I had been planning on going to go to Chicago for the day but instead we all hung out in my hospital room.  Finally at 4, I talked to the Doctor.  I still needed 2 tests which they don’t do on the weekend, so I would not be checking out. After limited sleep, this news did not put me in a particularly happy place.  But Zoey hung out with me 💕 (the other kids had headed to Chicago mid afternoon), and I got some decent sleep Sunday night and was in a better frame of mind yesterday morning. 

Around noon on Monday I had an ECG checking my heart (new experience for me) then an EEG (also a new experience).   More waiting ensues….. at this point after nearly 48 hours, I am ready to be Out Of There.  5 pm, and finally the Doctor arrives.  The ECHO cardiagram came back clear ✅ , but the EEG came back with “signs of seizure activity”.  At this point, that was basically what I had been expecting to hear, based on process of elimination, right?  Get me back on some anti seizure meds and send me HOME.  Well, what I hadn’t prepared for was 6 months without driving.  

WHAT?

A week? 2 weeks? A month tops?  But 6 months? How does one survive 6 months without using a steering wheel when you live in Elkhart IN  and work on the west side of South Bend?  Check back in Oct, folks.

So, lots of mental jumping jacks over the last 18 hours. I’ve gone from tears, to processing, to a lot of conversations that are leading  me to believe that it will all work out.  🥰 . My support group/ friends are amazing and they have already come forward and want to help in any way.  This is yet another barrier to get over (frustratingly close to the Finish Line of Surgury/Radiation/Chemo 🤬)  But what doesn’t Kill You…… 

Obviously processing all this weekends activity has churned up a whole list of new questions that I am accumulating for my future neurologist,  so stay tuned, all.  

To recap, I currently feel pretty good, minus a couple lingering Chemo side effects that should wear off in a month or so.  AND I need a personal Uber driver 🙄.

🥰Rita