I will never forget the moment Elizabeth called from the emergency room. She had her iPhone and was able to tap into their Wi-Fi and Facetime us. Her first statement was, "Mom, I'm in an emergency room." Apparently my response was one of disbelief because she proceeded to give us a "virtual tour" of the room. For the next twelve hours, Brian and I tried to think of reasons of what could have caused her seizure as she had not had one before. She had been treated for migraines, but we had no reason to connect the two. In fact, we weren't even sure she had had a real seizure.
On Monday, January 20, before they would discharge her, the regional hospital ran a scan. It was at that point that concern was raised regarding the seizure and what could have caused it. A doctor told her that she was going to be transferred to another hospital, one with "head" doctors. At that point, DIS had provided her with a cell phone that allowed her to call home, text home, and stay in contact with DIS. The time difference made it more difficult for us to assess what was going on; furthermore, until Monday, we had not talked with a doctor or nurse. Finally, Elizabeth provided us with a number for the nurses' station, and we had better contact. In fact, before the MRI was ordered, Brian called the station, and asked if he could leave a message for the neurologist to call us. She said, "He is standing right here. Would you like to talk with him?" The neurologist told us that it might be a few days before the MRI could be ordered; the next day, however, Elizabeth called and said the neurologist had been in, told her he had talked to her dad, and while he was standing there saying it might be awhile before the MRI would be available, he received word that she would have the MRI within half an hour.
Two hours later, Brian called the neurologist who confirmed that the spot on the scan was indeed a tumor, and the from there, we went into action mode.