I knew it would happen eventually but I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I’d be.

Mom, our friend Margie and my brother Shawn went to Branson a few weeks ago.  While they were picking up tickets, Mom felt that she needed a breathing treatment.  By the time they got to the hotel they had to call an ambulance because she could barely breathe at all.  She didn’t go to the hospital that night, but Margie quickly ran and bought an adapter so the BiPap could be plugged into the cigarette lighter of the van (finally, it has a use).  When mom continued to have trouble, Margie decided that since we had an appointment with the ALS doctor in Little Rock on the 8th anyway, they might as well head on down, so she rocketed down the highway and checked mom in to UAMS.

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