Bellissimo Angelo - Book Three

Chapter 34 - Devastating News

ONE MONTH LATER... 

Dom and I were at the table discussing baby names while eating breakfast. I suggested that we give them Italian names, but he stated that he didn't care either way and was happy with whatever I wanted, "How about Gianna and Abrianna?" I ask him. 

He looks up at me and smiles warmly, "Great! That was easy!" I tell him. 

Just then, I noticed his smile faded, and he begins to stare off into space. I can't help but chuckle, "Dom, just tell me if you don't like it, silly." 

He doesn't respond; he remains still as if someone pressed pause. It's very concerning to I reach out and gently shake his arm, "Dom...Dom... earth to Dom...."

He doesn't respond or react, so I wave my hand in front of his face... Nothing.  I sit back in the chair and eye him curiously. It's as if he's in another world. I hop up from the table and reach for my phone off the kitchen counter and dial Momma's number; she picks up on the second ring, "Hello."

 "Momma, Dom is staring off into space; what could be wrong with him? He won't answer me or even acknowledge me?" I ask her. 

She gasps on the other line, "Has he done this before?" 

"I've never seen him do it," I tell her. 

"It sounds like he may be having a seizure; you need to call 911. You need to keep track of how many minutes he's been in this state." She says.

 I glance over at the clock, "Okay, Momma, please come over. I need you." 

"On my way, darling." She says. 

I disconnect the call and call 911. Moments later, Dom becomes very disoriented just as the ambulance arrives. While I'm discussing his condition with the EMTs, Momma storms through the door. They transfer Dom to a stretcher and load him into the ambulance on route to the hospital. Momma and I leave and follow close behind them, "Momma, I am scared. He's never done this before." 

She reaches out and places her hand on my leg, "Honey, let's see what's going on with him. Don't get yourself worked up." '

My eyes begin to well with tears, "He's supposed to see his Oncologist next month. It worries me that the cancer could come back." 

She nods in agreement, "I understand, darlin." 

I reach for a tissue in the glove compartment and wipe my eyes, "We were just sitting there discussing baby names, and he just began to stare off into space, and I couldn't get him back. It was so strange. It scared me to death," I tell her.  

"I would imagine so." 

Moments later, we arrive at the hospital, where Dom is taken to the Emergency Department. I notify the doctor of what occurred at home, and he orders some blood work, an EEG, and MRI. Momma and I wait for the results in the waiting room. 

After a couple of hours, the doctor enters the waiting room with a solemn look on his face, "Mrs. Rossi." 

I immediately jump up, "Yes, doctor?"

He motions for me to follow him, "Would you care to join me in this private room to the right here? I would like to discuss your husband's condition." He says. 

My stomach is in knots, but I do not hesitate,  "Yes, my mother will be joining us if you don't mind." 

He nods and leads the way into the private room. Once we are seated, the doctor places Dom's file before him and inhales audibly before proceeding, "Mrs. Rossi, the MRI results show that your husband has what they call a Glioblastoma Multiforme."