Special thoughts needed for my mom

[Lindsey]

Tonight I got a phone call from my mom's coworker. She said "How is your mom doing?" I said "Fine..." and she said "Is she in Saskatoon?" I said "Uh.. no..." and she said "Well I didn't work today but I was in town and heard that she had gotten sick" and I was like "Oh I haven't heard anything" but of course that freaked me out. I called my parents' house, no answer. I called my brother, no answer. My grandma called me saying to call her immediately. I called my grandma and she said she heard something but didn't know what was going on. I was in tears by now. My brother called back and I found our hometown hospital number and he called... they told him they couldn't give him any information except she was admitted earlier today but was referred to the university hospital here in the city!
All I could say was "oh my god oh my god" and the worst thoughts raced through my head. I tried to choke out to my roommate what happened, and that I had to get to my grandma's house immediately, and she drove me because there was no way she was letting me drive in that state. By the time I had gotten there, my brother had called the hospital here and they told him they couldn't give him any information over the phone and he could not visit. I broke down, my grandma was crying, and my brother hugged me for the first time since we were little kids, and he kept telling me it would be okay. I couldn't stop shaking.
We drove to the hospital and got to the emergency room and my brother asked if my mom was there and what was wrong and could we see her? They said only two at a time so my brother and I went in, and my parents were surprised to see us. I was so angry for them not calling, and so shocked and upset over seeing my mom in a hospital bed. My dad said he was going to call after the last rounds for the night. I didn't want to find out from a random person from our hometown. It was so hard to see my big brother crying and grasping her hand. She was telling us both she's fine and not to worry, not to cry.
She said she woke up this morning and the alarm clock was blurry, she was seeing double. She got up and almost fell over. She was so dizzy she had to hold onto the walls. When my dad got home (he walks the dog before my mom gets up) he took her to the hospital. They did blood tests and ecg, and everything was fine. So they sent her here to the city and my dad drove her in (thankfully it wasn't serious enough for an ambulance which would have stressed her out more). They did another ecg, more blood, and a ct scan. Everything was fine. They had a lot of doctors looking at her and they have no idea what's wrong yet. She's getting an MRI hopefully tomorrow. They are thinking possibly something with her eye muscles because she can't focus, one eye seems to be going off to the side sometimes. It also won't open as wide. If she covers one eye she's not so dizzy.
The good thing is that they've ruled out a tumor which would have shown up on the ct scan. She does not go to doctors. She hasn't seen a doctor since just after I was born. She is 57 years old. I don't want anything to be wrong with her. I hope it's fixable. I hope she's going to be okay.
I have never cried so hard in my life. My family isn't very touchy-feely, and I can't remember ever hugging my mom in my life. I gave her such a big hug tonight. I think I will be doing that more often.
I have such a bad headache from crying. I need to try to get some sleep so I can be at the hospital early tomorrow to spend the day with her. I feel sick thinking about her at the hospital all alone right now.