My brother was readmitted to the hospital this past weekend after only being released not too long before that. He had another pancreatitis attack. So, I have been worrying about him like crazy.
Last night, I got a call around 4 a.m. (10 p.m. Ohio time) from my mother’s neighbor. When the phone rang my heart stopped. I was afraid to pick up the line. Terrified to hear bad news. It was bad.
My brother was sent to another hospital by helicopter. They found that he has a tear in his aorta. My cousins drove my mother from Dayton to Columbus so that she can be with my brother. I am so thankful that she isn’t alone. Yet, I need to be there.
I want to be there and not here waiting.