“Jessie, what can I do?” Joe asked. “Can I go with?”
“She’s going to ICU, possibly to surgery. They aren’t going to let you in but if you make sure Michael has your number, I’ll be in touch with him and he can let you know what’s happening. We caught it right away. Her odds of surviving this with a drug as opposed to surgery—excellent. I won’t leave her. I promise.”
The sound of sirens could be heard and it was only moments until two paramedics brought a gurney, following Michael down the hall and into the family room. Jessie stood and told them she was a doctor, had given an aspirin and called Dr. Monahan, who was meeting them at Mercy Hospital in San Francisco.
“Michael, you’ve got Bess and I’ll call you as soon as possible.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s going to be all right. Don’t leave Bess.”
“I won’t. Call me, Jess.”
It was a very long day of tests and examinations for Anna and Jessie never left her side. An IV had been started in the ambulance, and when it had been established that a clot or clots had caused the stroke, a drug had been administered via IV to bust apart the clot. It was successful but the amount of damage caused by the interruption of blood flow remained in question.
While Anna was going through tests and exams, Jessie made a few phone calls. To her brother, of course, who would pass information on to Bess and Joe. Then she called Phoebe, the clerk of court, who would notify everyone in the judge’s office and arrange to have Anna’s cases passed on to another judge. She called the memory care unit where Blanche was housed, even though it was questionable whether Blanche would even be able to make sense of the news. She called her aunt and uncle, Chad’s brother and sister, and asked them to notify other family on that side. And she called her office and two of her partners to explain that she’d be taking some time off to oversee her mother’s care and make sure she was settled.
Then she took her place at Anna’s bedside. Anna was still babbling but every so often she caught a real word and that alone gave her hope.
Jessie had seen Patrick on and off through the day. They spoke only briefly and only about Anna’s condition. Patrick was very hopeful that the damage caused by the stroke had been minor and that Anna would make a full recovery. Then at nine that night, Patrick came to Anna’s room with a large latte in a paper cup and a breakfast croissant in a bag.
“Have you eaten at all today?” he asked her.
“Cookies,” she said. “I don’t have much of an appetite. I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you for what you did for me today.”
“You would have done as much for me,” he said. “And aside from helping you find the best neurological team, I wasn’t needed. Eat a little of this if you can. You have to keep your strength up.” He glanced at Anna. She looked peaceful enough, as though she was resting, but her lips were moving, and when Patrick leaned close, Anna was softly reciting numbers. Not counting, just running numbers. “Don’t be surprised if that goes on through the night.”
“Isn’t it the weirdest thing?”
“What’s weird is that it’s all making perfect sense to her. Tomorrow she’ll be a little more alert. Her blood pressure is stable, and when she’s coherent, we’ll have her evaluated and order some therapy. We won’t know how much will be necessary for a few days. But she’ll recover.”
“Will she be back to her normal self?” Jessie asked.
He shrugged. “The potential is there, Jessie. I don’t detect any left-sided weakness or paralysis. It’s perfectly safe for you to go home.”
“I intend to be here when she wakes up.”
“You came in the ambulance. Where is your car?”
“I was at my mom’s when she stroked. My car is there. After she’s awake and at least knows where she is and what has happened, I’ll Uber to her house to pick up my car, maybe get a change of clothes.”
“I’m leaving now. I can take you to your mother’s if you like. I have patients in the morning and won’t be able to leave once the day starts.”
“I understand completely,” she said. “Lord knows you’ve done enough for one day and night. I promise, I don’t expect anything more.”
“Expectations aside, don’t hesitate to call. I mean it, Jessie.”
“That’s very sweet, Patrick, thank you.” Given their history, she was amazed he’d even answered the phone when he saw it was her number. “By the way, I’ve been keeping company with an old friend of yours, Dr. Norton.”