I had just walked into the office on the eve of Thanksgiving when I received a call from my brother again. He told me our dad was on his way to the emergency room again. He had had a second 'episode'.
According to my mom, she and Ed were making breakfast together. She had turned away to do something and Ed was going to take the biscuits out of the oven. But when she turned to him, he wasn't there. She looked and he was sitting down at the kitchen table. She went over to him and said "Ed, what's wrong"? She put her hand on his shoulder and when she did she said he went into full on seizure, like before.
She said he was jerking so violently that he fell to the floor, hitting his head on the floor. She tried to call a neighbor with one hand and hold his head with the other. She felt like he couldn't breath because he was clenching his mouth so tightly. She first tried putting her fingers in his mouth but said he was biting down too hard, so she put a spoon in his mouth. She felt like that helped him breath. The neighbor called 9-1-1 and the paramedics arrived shortly. She or the friend called my brother, and he called me.
Mama said when the paramedics arrived the seizure was mostly over, and he was mostly conscious again when they loaded him into the ambulance. My brother went with Ed to the hospital and me and Momma followed shortly, even though it seemed like it took forever for her to get ready. My sister in law was there, and my aunt. Maybe more people, I can't remember.
By the time we got to the hospital, my brother told me that this time the hospital was listening to us that we felt like this was a seizure, not a heart attack. They had done a brain scan and saw a mass on his left temple.
This was truly the last thing we expected to hear. I think it was such a shock to all of us. Ed was sitting up in bed when we saw him. He seemed to be in shock or maybe he blocked out the news. He was so calm. We were too, at this point. We didn't know what to think or what to do. We had never dealt with seizures or 'masses' on the brain.
Not only was he calm, but very weak from the seizure. Yes, they finally agreed with us he was having seizures. Now we were getting somewhere. But not a place we wanted to go.
According to my mom, she and Ed were making breakfast together. She had turned away to do something and Ed was going to take the biscuits out of the oven. But when she turned to him, he wasn't there. She looked and he was sitting down at the kitchen table. She went over to him and said "Ed, what's wrong"? She put her hand on his shoulder and when she did she said he went into full on seizure, like before.
She said he was jerking so violently that he fell to the floor, hitting his head on the floor. She tried to call a neighbor with one hand and hold his head with the other. She felt like he couldn't breath because he was clenching his mouth so tightly. She first tried putting her fingers in his mouth but said he was biting down too hard, so she put a spoon in his mouth. She felt like that helped him breath. The neighbor called 9-1-1 and the paramedics arrived shortly. She or the friend called my brother, and he called me.
Mama said when the paramedics arrived the seizure was mostly over, and he was mostly conscious again when they loaded him into the ambulance. My brother went with Ed to the hospital and me and Momma followed shortly, even though it seemed like it took forever for her to get ready. My sister in law was there, and my aunt. Maybe more people, I can't remember.
By the time we got to the hospital, my brother told me that this time the hospital was listening to us that we felt like this was a seizure, not a heart attack. They had done a brain scan and saw a mass on his left temple.
This was truly the last thing we expected to hear. I think it was such a shock to all of us. Ed was sitting up in bed when we saw him. He seemed to be in shock or maybe he blocked out the news. He was so calm. We were too, at this point. We didn't know what to think or what to do. We had never dealt with seizures or 'masses' on the brain.
Not only was he calm, but very weak from the seizure. Yes, they finally agreed with us he was having seizures. Now we were getting somewhere. But not a place we wanted to go.
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