One Sunday afternoon, my 22-year-old daughter Teresa made an unscheduled trip to the E.R. with a very strange—and potentially dangerous—sign of brain injury.
My son became suddenly ill when he was 14 days old. I stood there in the emergency department of the local hospital and watched my precious son as he lay on the gurney that seemed to swallow his tiny body.
I screamed, “Brian, you are having a stroke. I am going to call 911.” He argued with me and told me not to call: “Do not call 911!” he kept repeating over and over.
