Thursday night Mom and I left around 10pm to drive an hour to SFO to pick up Big Sis and her husband from their honeymoon. When we were leaving, my brother, who already has a diagnosed heart condition, started complaining of chest pain, so he took some medicine and then Mom and I headed out. About 2 hours later, 20 minutes away from home, we get a call from Lil Sis saying Brother is splayed out on the floor in complete chest pain. He can’t move, he’s nauseous, she’s sorta freaking out.
Ambulance is called, we meet them at the house, Brother is inside with the Paramedics. They’re asking him questions and he’s barely groaning out the responses. He’s got a pretty high threshold for pain, so seeing this is really starting to get to me, I thought he was having a heart attack. They take him away and at that very moment I am so thankful for VA benefits because he’s not covered by his current job. Mom goes to the hospital, I stay home with Lil Sis and Big Sis and BiL go to their apartment. It’s 1:30am and I’m worried – extremely worried. I was so tired and I felt a little guilty for going to bed, but I knew I couldn’t help him at all, whether asleep or awake. I didn’t find out until about 6am that it was his appendix.
I breathed the biggest sigh of relief because Brother is only 24. We’re only 14 months apart and we graduated high school together. He’s almost like a twin to me. I was afraid for a moment that he wouldn’t be around anymore.
They removed his appendix, he’s back home today, playing Call of Duty on Xbox 360 and I’m sooooo grateful. Praise God.






