We'd begun to coast. The Jewel-at-School Saga was behind us. E and S were settling into school. L, my oldest, seemed to have survived the move out of state to begin her studies at university. Even my writing was breaking loose, basking in the freedom and inspiration that comes from entire days of uninterrupted writing time.
All was well. Until L's dizzy spells started.
When they first appeared this summer, L attributed them to dehydration. Made sense. After all, working the weekend in full Renaissance garb can do that to you.
What we didn't learn until this past weekend (when L sent an email to P's Blackberry at o'dark thirty) is that the spells had progressed. They were happening every few hours or so, she wrote, and the dizziness was extreme, followed by headaches.
A Sunday visit to a urgent care labeled L's events as migraines and sent her home with orders to see a GP or neurologist in 7 to 10 days, or sooner if the symptoms got worse. A second opinion visit to the university health center this afternoon at our insistence painted a grimmer picture, and the need to rule out serious possibilities.
L is scheduled for a CAT scan and MRI early this evening. P's headed up to be with L while I stay here, keeping the girl's lives as routine as possible.
Pray for us.