Today was the first time that I heard from the neurologist.
I met some teacher friends at Melissa's house for a lunch catching up with some awesome mentors and great friends I have met while teaching at Apollo. Again, I mention Melissa, because we really don't socialize on a casual basis, however she is a fine Christian woman who always seems to be there in very important times in my life.
For some reason I find that ironic. I am unsure why i feel that's ironic, or why she has been there at the most trying times of my life. Maybe because of her great Christian faith and I know she is praying for our peace and for Jake's recovery.
Anyway, we were all sitting at the table enjoying a yummy meal and the phone rang. How rude of me to have the phone at the table,but I knew I was expecting this call.
It still seems so weird to hear the words that came out of my mouth, but I excused myself by saying, "sorry, Jake started having seizures, so hopefully this is his neurologist."
What? Did I just say that? my son just started having seizures?
I remember the wide eyed looks at the table, as if I just said my mom died. When I came back to the table, i felt as if surely there was an elephant in the room.
However, I dismissed Jake's seizures as nothing at the time, so the elephant really didn't bother me one bit. He and Addison were at school, so Jennie and I went to catch up some more.
We got an appointment set up for Monday August 4th...almost a week away.
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