Jilly, wake up!

So here's my take on mom's diagnosis.   A few days before I heard the news, I was taking a friend's friend around town, showing him all the Bangkok tourist sites.  Like D and E have posted, we all thought she had something relatively minor, though, given the symptoms, I think deep down we knew it was probably more severe.  I learned she had been admitted to the hospital while riding in a taxi near Koa San road.  The hospital didn't really phase me; it's the six frantic text messages a few days after that I'll never forget.  Erin was unable to get through to my cell, so had to text until I woke up.  I awoke to several texts ranging from Jilly wake up!, Wake Up NOW!, this is serious, Jill, wake up!.  I quickly ran to my computer to power up skype.  As soon as we connected, she said it was a tumor.  I remember crying, but not really feeling like I was crying, or getting any relief from it, for that matter.  We talked it over until I felt calm enough to phone mom and dad.  We talked for a bit, but not at any great length since she was still at the hospital.  I then called my friends in Bangkok, who quickly mobilized with support.  I left for Oklahoma a few days later, just in time to attend a few doctors appointments.  By mid-August, we were neck-deep in our nearly month-long stay at Baptist Integris.  Yeah, hospitals!