Hiding a Pretty BIG Secret

About three weeks ago Marianne and I were out shopping with our mom. We took her to a cute little bead shop where she sat in a chair while Marianne spent way too much time looking for beads to make a necklace for her stepdaughter's wedding. When I went to check on Mom she wasn't looking good. We ended up at the emergency room where she had a bunch of tests and went home with a heart monitor. Last week I took her for a follow-up with my heart doctor and on Monday she was in the hospital getting one of these:

Now we have matching pacemaker/defibrillators. Well, not really. Mom's is made by a different company. Well, at least now we know where my heart defect came from. The other side of the family can rest easy. Mom's doing well after staying overnight in the hospital. She's a little the worse for wear, but if my experience is anything to go by, she should be back to her old self very quickly. I'm glad they found the problem when they did. She is very healthy otherwise and I wouldn't want to see her go before her time.