On September 27th I got the phone call no one ever wants to receive, telling me that my mom had had a stroke and was in the hospital. I found out on Tuesday and on Thursday I was on the plane to Portland. Fortunately my weekend was pretty much unscheduled so I was able to get away easily.
Mom ended up being in the hospital and then in a rehab center for over two months. She's able to talk normally, walk on her own with a walker and doesn't have any drooping on her right side, which was the side affected by the stroke. Her mind is still a little fuzzy on details and dates, but does well with a bit of prompting and reminders. We're all just so happy that she's still with us!