My mom, Shirley, is 82 years old and the backbone of our family. She planted her own tomatoes, fixed her own fence, and once chased a raccoon off her porch with a broom while laughing.
The stroke came out of nowhere.
Last week, one minute she was pruning roses in the backyard, and the next, she was face down in the dirt.
Mrs. Patterson from next door saw her fall and called 911.