So I'm finally perfectly asleep, the first time in 25 hours from an upset tummy and tremendous back pain and this voice yells at me: "Mr. Foster, you've had a seizure, can you HEAR me? You've had a seizure."
I kind of opened my eyes and there is fellow right in my face, waking me from my beautiful nap, screaming, so it seemed, that I had had a seizure, whatever that was. I would have thanked him for the information, but sleep was much too attractive so I just went back to it, let that guy worry about my seizure. All I knew as my stomach no longer hurt, nor did my back. Everything else was so remotely academic, well, I just didn't care.
An hour so later I awaken in a hospital bed, my lovely bride standing over me. I look around with a groggy eye and groggier brain. "What's this all about," I ask?
"You've had a seizure," Sherry says.
"So the loud young man in my dream told me, but how did I get here?"
"That young man brought you here in an ambulance."
"Wow, my very first ambulance ride. What kind of seizure?"
"We were going to meet Dr. Shlaer when you fell over and that was that. I called 911 and Dr. Shlaer came over. They've given you a CT scan, found nothing wrong. Tomorrow you get an MRI, a closer look into your brain."
"My brain?"
"Yes, Dr. Shlaer is worried that you have a tumor in there."
And so I spent most of Sunday and Monday, wondering if I had tumor in my brain. Turns out I did not (and man did they look: two CT scans and one MRI). Today, they sent me home (OK, I told them I was leaving but if they wanted to pretend they were sending me home, fine by me, just let me out).
What caused the seizure is anybody's guess, but the good news is it was not cancer. I had been on a lot of meds that week and Saturday night was frightfully painful. I may have over done my medicines and that came together the next morning and knocked me out. Dr. Shlaer said he didn't think I had taken anything like enough to do that kind of damage, but hey, we all can be wrong some times.
Anyway, I live, but it wore my bride to a frazzle and no nap is worth that.
Downside: Two weeks no driving, which is a plus considering they could ground me forever.
Upside: All you folks pulling for me, praying for me, supporting me in your each and every way. As for the cancer itself, I have ended the current cycle of chemo and go on the new medicine next week. Pretty chuffed up about all of that; maybe my seizure was one way God has of saying "enough of that boy. Now, go get something in there that really works".
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