Worried

I was going to post a picture today of Henry sharing his very first milk shake with his Papa. But I forgot to load it on flickr so that post is a bust. I thought about posting about the fact that I started birth control yesterday for the FET. Seems post worthy. But in reality that's the entire story. Started Birth Control. Took another one today. The End. I knew I wanted to blog today, but I was at a loss. Because there is really only one thing I want to talk about. It's not really my story and it doesn't have a wrapped up ending, but it's the only thing I am thinking about this morning, so I guess I will go with that.

My little sister had a seizure at work yesterday. She was just walking down the hall, arms full of charts, and she went down. Her coworkers heard her and came to check and found her blacked out on the ground. They were pretty sure it was a seizure. They took her right to the ER and gave her anti-seizure medication plus something for the nausea. A few minutes after the anti-nausea medication she went into another full blown seizure at the ER with my parents there. My parents and Missy were all very upset. It was extremely difficult for my parents to see and I assume even more difficult to have happen to you.

They think the second seizure was brought on by the anti-nausea medication. A known side effect. They gave her something different, let her rest, wrote her a prescription for anti-seizure medication, told her she can't drive for 90 days and sent her home. People at the ER seemed surprised she hadn't already had seizures. Apparently this is rather normal with brain surgery and all the things she has had going on. She may be on this medication for a long time. She may be on it forever. She sees her doctor today, but for now we just don't really know what triggered the start of seizures so far out after surgery and even cancer treatments, which wrapped up two weeks ago.

She is okay. Her face is very red and sore where she fell from the first seizure. She is very upset about the no driving thing. Taking away driving from an independent person is hard. We think the anti-seizure medication should work and she should be fine. But it was just hard. Hard to see yet another sign that there is something wrong with my little sister. That she is really this sick. I guess each day and week that passes lets us fall into a sense of "this is all okay". She finished her chemo and radiation two weeks ago and we thought the worst was behind us, but there we sat in the ER last night, trying once again to make sense of all of this. My little sister is sick, and I am so worried about her. She is always on my mind, but after last night she is the only thing on my mind. And the only thing worth writing about.