August 13th, 2012
Mom had been in the hospital for a couple days at this point. It was around noon on the 11th when she had too much pain in her chest and back to be able to get dressed to go out for lunch, so Dad took her to the Emergency Room.
Right away, they ruled out a heart attack or serious heart issue. Still, for reasons we didn’t yet understand, they had not yet released her over 48 hours later. The family was worried, of course, but I think we were of the mindset that if it wasn’t a heart attack, it couldn’t have been that bad, and there was probably some ass-covering insurance or legal reason that they were testing her so much before letting her go.
We had been scheduled – Mom, Dad, and I – to fly to Paris on the 14th. It would be their second trip to see me in Paris, and I would show them my apartment finally; the first time they were there I had just arrived and was living in hotels still.