I cannot remember if it was before or after Kayrin’s nightmares but one day Mr. von Mayer called me very light heartedly to tell me a story of what was going on. He calls and the call goes something like this:
Hey wifey, I have a story for you. I was holding a pencil in my mouth at my desk and it fell out. So I put the pencil back in my mouth and it fell out again. After doing some research I thought it would be best to go to the hospital, so now I am on my way to the VA hospital. Nothing to worry about, I will keep you posted.
With his light hearted story I was not to concerned but I was suspicious. Right away I thought, it could be a mini stroke. Less than 30 minutes later I get another phone call from Bill explaining that the VA hospital he went to did not service “new” patients. Excuse me? Again, light heartedly, he explains that he was driving himself to another VA hospital that was 30 minutes away. I told him to call me when he got there.
He sends me a text message asking for Johanna’s social security number and was filling out paperwork. I supposed the VA hospital was not too concerned of what was happening so…I provided the information and shortly after I get another light hearted phone call:
Hey wifey, they are sending me over to St. Louis University Hospital, can you come get my car? I parked it on the street but you can wait if you want, I paid for it to be there for three hours.
Then the panic starts in…why are they sending you to another hospital? Bill explained they did not treat stroke at that facility. Fortunately, STLU was just down the street. Everyone at the hospital was very confident that he was having a stroke and administered tPA meds to help get oxygen back to the brain.
Bill ended up staying the night in the hospital with restrictions to the bed. He was not even allowed to get up to pee because of the medication. I waited until the next day to return to the hospital with the kids in hopes of bringing him home.
Before I could pick up the kids from school Bill called me again. The doctor did an MRI to discover that Bill did not have a stroke but that he has Bell’s Palsy. Bell’s Palsy is often misdiagnosed as a stroke.
Bill still had to stay in the hospital because of the medication but as soon as the 24 hours expired he was released to come home. He took it lightly giving himself the new nickname of Popeye.
Bill has almost all of the use back in the right side of his face. He is happy to have his wrinkles back on his forehead and is able to almost smile completely again. The Bell’s Palsy has been more of annoyance than anything, but we are thankful.
My Testimony and Take Away
I know that Heavenly Father truly played a part in this trial. This could have been so much more than what it was. In addition to Bill not having a stroke, Bill was able to go through the VA so our cost for his hospital stay may be minimal.
The Lord is taking care of this family 100% and he is carrying the burdens we are enduring making them light. I love the gospel and am grateful that I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.