"I’m the neurologist looking after your mom.” Fortney," the doctor said when she called the hospital. She hung up the phone with Fran and called her husband. She already had a full plate with her civic duties and both boys in sports and scouts. Her mother lived in Jackson, Mississippi, in the same house Marilyn grew up in. Marilyn lived in Atlanta with her husband, a successful attorney, and their two teen boys.
Picturing her mother alone in a hospital with complete strangers around her - or worse with tubes going all over the place - Marilyn’s heart sank. I think you need to come here right away. "The paramedics got her to respond, but she isn’t really saying much. "Honey, they won’t tell me anything since I’m not family," Fran answered. “Is she OK? What’s going on?” Marilyn asked, starting to feel more frantic. “Yes, honey," Fran said: "She’s at County Memorial right now being looked at.” “I was playing cards with your mom this morning when she passed out." “Marilyn, its Fran, honey,” she said with her voice trembling. Marilyn Meyers was preparing dinner for her family of four when the phone rang.
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