What?

December 26, 2012 11:30 am.

The chairs are small in the waiting room at the Emergency Room at El Camino Hospital.  Still in a surreal state waiting to see Lizzie I texted my friend Viviane.  No I can’t walk today.  It seems Lizzie has an AVM.  Not sure what that was but that was the word the doctor had mentioned to us.  Viviane later said that she thought the phone had autocorrected.  Of course she thought that.  Who ever heard of an AVM?

I called my mom.  I was still in shock and not knowing what to say I told her too.  I’m not sure what transpired.  But since our family is a hot bed for “news” I told her to pass it around.  Somewhere in there I called my sister KK.  She’s the closest to me in age.

Later at Stanford my brother called me.  It must have been 6, 7, or 8 at night.  We had just gotten out of a sit down with the Resident Neurosurgeon. He suggested we have some family around.  Around that time my brother called and I was in a haze.  He wanted to come up and I thought why would he come up and he knew enough to say, we are coming.  That’s what family does.  They deliver when you don’t know how to ask for help.  Up came KK and Joe to our emotional rescue.  That was the start of mobs of supporters coming to help.