Monday was my brother’s birthday. He was 28. I called him on Tuesday to wish him a belated Happy Birthday, but he was in the hospital. Wednesday, I was in bed sick myself so I did not call anyone. By the time the night rolled around, I was feeling better. My mother had called me twice.
Turns out that my brother had a mild stroke. At 28. The doctors wanted to keep him in the hospital for observation and he said no thank you. What in the world? My father’s family has an extensive history of stroke, aneurysm and he thought he was good after a stroke? At age 28? Of course this led to me calling him once I felt completely better (I needed my energy) and giving him an extended tongue lashing. Only because I was concerned, but a tongue lashing nonetheless.
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