Review

On Sunday morning, May 2, I was at my computer during a few quiet hours while Scott took the kids to Sunday School and to run errands. Scott flies in the door with a fearful face and says the words, "Your dad had a stroke."

Fast forward ... It was not a stroke. Dad had been showing signs of a stroke -- confusion and memory loss -- that morning with Linda. THANK GOD Linda was with him. She rushed him to the hospital, where he had a seizure and was life-flighted to Cleveland Clinic in what he now calls a "holly copter." (More of language/left side of the brain later!)

After test upon test, doctors determined he has a "lesion" -- most likely a tumor -- in the temporal part of his brain that caused the seizure. A CAT scan indicated that he does NOT have cancer in his trunk area (lungs, stomach, etc.). So now they need to biopsy the lesion to see what they are dealing with and how to treat it. Chances are that it is in a part of the brain that cannot be tampered with, i.e. probably inoperable. Biopsy will possibly be Monday, but he's doing so well that he MAY be sent home before then, treated as an out-patient and come in for surgery/biopsy next week. I am telling you, Bill is so damn strong.

All this could, of course, change in an instant.

I've left of many details, buckets of tears, a few moments of laughter and some incredible feelings of relief: he is alive and communicating and actually in high spirits right now. This is just the down and dirty of it. I'll do what I can to keep posting but Internet access is spotty here in one of the top medical facilities in the world. (!!??) Is that like NASA saying they have sub-par runways? Maybe not.