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So we got on 75 around 3pm. We were making excellent time and would've arrived here (Ft. Lauderdale) around..12ish. When we are near Orlando- about 50 miles away from it in a small town called Wild Wood, my mom stops breathing. We pull off to the side of the road and she throws up. She couldn’t catch her breath, and we didn't know why. So We get off at the exit and go into the service plaza. I run in and find a police officer- who was really goofy looking- and he came out to help. We called an ambulance and they took my mom to the hospital. They did a few tests and around 4:30 am they said that the chances of her having blood clots in her lungs was nearly 95%. We checked into a hotel- my dad stayed at the hospital. The next day they had some more bad news. In the past year- my mom has had a Historectomy, scar tissue removal, a hernia and had her gallbladder removed. Apparently, when they took that out- they sealed up some of the tubes in her, leaving some stones to rot and become infected- causing a rare type of Hepatitus. She basically stayed in bed the rest of the day- my dad, brothers and I were told (by my mom) to finish our trip down here and leave her at the hospital because there were still some more tests to be done and we all needed to see my grandpa(which was the purpose for this trip.) We come down here and they tell us that on top of the many strokes and the handful of massive heart attacks that my grandpa has had recently, he also has kidney cancer. That basically sets the mood. My mom is in the hospital for...things that kill people, and my grandpa has cancer. There aren't too many things that scare me, but I've never been more scared in my life.
P.S- I'm sure there are many typos in this post- fuck you.
P.S- I'm sure there are many typos in this post- fuck you.