Karen Nazor HillMy world came close to collapsing recently when I had the scare of my life.
Kacee, the mother of my two granddaughters — who is also raising my grandson — became very ill during the early morning hours of Aug. 27 and had to be taken to the emergency room at Erlanger hospital. A couple of hours later, doctors suspected she had suffered a heart attack but, thankfully, the diagnosis changed the next day when test results showed her heart was OK.
They next suspected meningitis … followed by Lyme disease, Crohn’s disease, rheumatoid arthritis and more. Meanwhile, for four days, she was very ill with fever, low blood pressure, fast heartbeat, rash and severe neck and shoulder pain.
She was in terrific pain. We were terrified.
Meanwhile, as the “new” matriarch of our family (my mother died on July 9), it was my job to take care of my grandchildren — Tilleigh, 7; Evie, 4, and William, 23 months — during this crisis. My responsibility began at 2 a.m. when my husband, Hank, took Kacee to the hospital. Because she and the children live next door, I was in Kacee’s house within minutes of her telling us she was ill.