Day 96...Tuesday Nov. 17th

Tuesday was...a shock. After work, I had a message on my cell that I had missed from my dad saying my mom was in the hospital. She had suffered a cardiac event while at work, and was rushed to the hospital for observation and tests to see if what she had was a possible mild heart attack.

As soon as I heard the news, my husband and I went to the hospital as fast as we could. I was so scared for my mom, and I hated not fully knowing what was going on with her. I couldn't stop crying.

When we got there, it took all the strength inside me not to cry in front of her. Seeing her lying in the hospital bed was unbearable! She was doing fine, and all the tests had so far turned out clean. But still...I hated seeing her there.

Later, my brother and his family came to see her. He brought my little nephew too. When I saw my mom's face light up when she saw her grandson, I couldn't help but hope that someday, my little Pickle could do the same for her...lift her spirits when she's down.

My mom had to stay the night at the hospital by herself. I wanted to stay but it wasn't my company she needed most at that point, it was my dad's. I went home that night and fell asleep with my cell phone by my head. I wasn't going to miss another call.

I've looked at Pickle from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It's Pickle's illusions I recall.
I really don't know Pickle at all.