Joy and Sorrow of an Ill Mother. Short Essay

On a warm summer day in June, I received a phone call that changed my world in an instant. The voice on the other end of the telephone line was usually jolly; this time it was somber and sad. My step-father told me that my mother was found unconscious early in the morning. She was really dead and the paramedics revived her. After the paramedics revived her oxygen level was very level and they rushed her to the local hospital were the Doctors tried to get her stabilized. The Doctors told Tommy, my step-father that my mother is in a coma and if she comes out of the coma she would probably be in a vegetative state. When I heard this my emotions immediately rose to an unbelievable height.
I remember my husband was off of work that day and I am very glad that he was because I really needed him. He kept me focused on what I had to do and comforted me and let me shed some tears. After I got my emotions under control enough to talk on the phone I called my job and let them know that I would not be at work because my mother was gravely ill. Next, I called Barry, my brother and broke the news to him. Barry was at my house within an hour. Paul and I quickly gathered some clothes together and some bare necessities to take with us. We had to call Rainbow Elementary School and tell them to have Jamyla ready because we were coming to get her out of school early.
In the meantime, my mother was stable enough to be air lifted by helicopter to University of Richmond Medical Center which is about an hour flight from the hospital in Kilmarnock. The Doctors had to put her on life support. By the time Paul and I arrived at the University of Richmond Medical Center I was a nervous wreck. I did not think I would make it there before she passed away. It was a long ride that seemed to be even longer just because you want to get there in a hurry.
When Paul and I got up to her room to my surprise she was awake and looking around. She had all her faculties and she