Yup. That phone call happened November 4, 2017. My first-born daughter. 28. Regular half-marathon runner. Desert and forest camper, rock climber. Eats right. Stays fit. Helps others for a living. Stroke.
Nothing can prepare you for hearing your kid call and say something like that and there is no respite from the memory of seeing them do CPR on your glassy-eyed child in a hospital room after heart surgery. Those things are never going away for me. What also won’t go away from me though is that Erin’s roommate had the wisdom to see that Erin needed to go to the ER and took her. Right then. I am so thankful for that.
Learn to spot the signs of stroke: F.A.S.T.