Last Thursday, Rob apparently had an episode of what the doctors are calling a TIA (transient ischemic attack) or TGA (transient global amnesia).
He did not remember coming to the meeting that was held earlier this morning or the
meeting itself. He was not sure where our supervisor, Rafael, was. He didn’t know where I was
and kept asking me when I happened to call him on his cell phone.
I had to
instruct him on how to go from the parking lot where he was into the building where he had been meeting. I felt as I was
telling him how to get to the office like I was talking to someone who was
mentally handicapped and needed to have every detail explained to them.
Another couple, the Ruckers, took
me to where he was. With Rafael driving us in our car, we followed
Elder Shaver, our mission doctor, to the hospital.
It’s actually called a clinic because it is private. The public hospitals which are not good are
called hospitals.
Hospital Dr. Abel Gonzalez |
On the way, I kept asking
him memory-type questions. He knew that
something had happened, but he kept asking us what had happened – no short-term
memory. I asked him where we had been
last night (at a going away party for some other senior missionaries), and he couldn't remember. In my questioning, he couldn't remember anything we had done in the last week.
Then they
took him for a CT scan. By coincidence,
Elder Shaver was a radiologist in his former life, so he was able to read the
scan. He said that there were no big
masses, and just a spot on the left lobe.
No leaks as well.
Then the neurologist came and checked him out. The neurologist, apparently, is probably the
best in the city according to Rafael. He
had Rob admitted overnight and ordered a carotid artery scan and a heart
scan to see if there was debris being kicked off which was going to his brain
and clogging things.
Our room - I slept there as well (Hmm, sort of slept there) |
He will also be getting an MRI next
week at another facility which has that needed equipment. He slept pretty well, and his memory was getting
better. However, the five or so hours on Thursday when he was a little lost have not yet returned.
Rob saw the neurologist Friday morning who said
that he wanted to monitor him. He couldn't drive for four days, so I had the privilege
of driving in Dominican traffic for the first time. It’s really not that much worse than Atlanta
except that no one signals or stays in their lane and there are a thousand
little motos running in between everyone.
Actually, it wasn't so bad, and I made it through the next few
days.
He was really tired, and slept a lot on Friday. Of course, I was exhausted, too, partly from the lack of sleep on
a little 18” max wide couch in his room that night.
But he seems to be fine. We are so grateful for all the prayers that people said and for the Priesthood blessing he received. It just wasn't fun! We'll keep you posted.