It all started with a phone call at ~8:00 am December 16, 2016. Mom was sick, she had collapsed and was being taken to the hospital, but her friend was sure it was just exhaustion or anxiety or panic. Nothing serious. She was fine last night, after all.
I agreed. My gut disagreed, but it was plausible that this was all just a bit of morning drama. We had made the difficult decision to call hospice for Pops, Mom’s Dad, late the night before. When the phone first rang I was actually positive the woman had just misspoke and we were actually discussing Pops?
Another phone call 10 minutes later. No mistake. Major collapse. Blood on the brain? Stroke? I don’t know, something serious, you better come.
I threw my 2-month old baby girl in the truck (that I’d never driven) and headed South from Buffalo. 12 hours if I floored it. It was a Friday. There would be traffic in DC.
She being medi-vaced.
Still 10 hours.
Definitely blood on the brain.
They released the pressure with a drain.
Still 8.5 hours.
She’s in Richmond now.
Add 1+ hours.
Phone is ringing off the hook. Texts. Who are all these people? What do they want? What the hell is Facebook messenger?!?
She needs more surgery. Pops isn’t responding.
Still 5 hours.
Talking to surgeon’s via cell phone. (Hope I don’t lose reception in these mountains.)
FUCK THIS FUCKING TRAFFIC
She’s just going into surgery.
Still 2 hours.
WHO THE DUCK ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE??? HOW THE HELL DOES FACEBOOK MESSENGER WORK?!?
In the middle of my harrowing 14 hour drive South, a message was posted on Facebook about Mom not feeling well.
December 16, 2016 · Fredericksburg, VA ·
Our founding bird is sick. Colleen is in the hospital. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. We will be open tomorrow as normal.
Stessy Here Thanks For All The Prayers and Love I have told here about the support keep it coming she is going to need it. Love You All
Fuck. I didn’t even know what I was walking into yet and already I was being barraged with concerns, questions, well wishes, distress notes, demands, opinions. The chain of information was completely out of whack and I was caught in a web of misinformation and distribution hell.
In an effort to turn the tables, I started The Captain’s Log – a journal via Facebook to get the information out there as best I could. Since it was clearly the communication platform of choice, I would use it to start a prayer chain for Mom. Little did I know what the Captain’s Log would morph into. Or that my little prayer chain idea would quickly become international.
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