January 8. Day 0.

      Monday night he complained of severe dizziness, etc. He thought it was just a bad case of vertigo, which he has a history of. Late in the night his right arm and right side of face went numb and he lay in throw up, unable to get up. He told my mom to call 911. When the paramedics came, they were pretty nonchalant about everything, just standing around him and saying things like, "Well we could take you to the hospital, or you could just stay here."
     When they got to the hospital they did an MRI and when they saw nothing, they sent him home with some nausea medication and told my mom if he didn't get better in a day or so, to make it a point to see a neurologist. He fell into the car, something still obviously wrong.
     Tuesday he spent asleep in bed due to the medications. Wednesday was rougher. Wednesday night, when my mom noticed his speech slurring, she called the hospital and once again they were not too concerned, saying they guessed she could bring him back if she wanted... She waited a bit. Things were getting worse. She called again but they seemed somewhat annoyed. She had said a prayer asking that if there was something she needed to do, let her know.
     At about 1:30 am she had the impression to call Brother Snyder from our ward who is a neurologist. He said to take him to the hospital, it sounded like he was having a stroke. Just then, Adam came through the door and was able to help my mom get him into the car. Just as they were about to leave, Brother Snyder called and told them not to go back to Timpanogas Hospital, but to Utah Valley Hospital.
     When they got there, the staff and vibe was much better. They did a CT scan and found a blot clot which was affecting his cerebellum. My about 8 am they were taking him to surgery where they had to take out a chunk of the cerebellum. The surgeon he had was highly skilled and many of the staff said, one of the best. Obviously that was a blessing.
     They said that if he hadn't been taken to a hospital, in another 6-8 hours, he would have been dead.
     When he came to he was confused and didn't remember what happened. He received a blessing from Jared, the bishop, and some friends from our ward.
     It was a rough day.