Given the Choice...
Last night, while at work, I received a call from my Dad telling me that my Mom was in the emergency room being treated for pneumonia symptoms. What she had thought was a cold progressed into a high fever, incessant coughing and nausea.
They had not yet diagnosed her with pneumonia, but were treating her for it until it could be ruled out.
A few hours later, my Dad called back to say that she was being admitted to the hospital because she indeed has pneumonia. However, before I could really process what that entailed, he offered the following context.
Initially, they had x-rayed her lungs and found a dark spot. The possibilities offered were either pneumonia or some sort of tumor in her lung. That changes the picture a bit.
She is recovering well today. They caught it early enough that she didn’t have to be in a breathing tent. While she is still very sick, given the choice between a tumor and pneumonia, I think I’ll take pneumonia.
