A time of fear

There were two times I felt my deepest fear; when my mom was sick and when my dad is sick. A few months ago my mom was having a lot of problems and no one had answers on what was the matter. She was hemoraging, alot! She was bed ridden for weeks at a time. Everytime she went to a doctor they would tell her to do something else, but nothing would help. I was really scared because a lot of times in situations like this I start to think the worst. Of course I was thinking what if she died. One day, she felt really sick. She called the doctor and he said go right to the hospital. My mom is very stubborn and wouldnt go. I kept crying and begging her to just go. A few days later she finally went to the doctor and he said she had to go to the hospital to get blood transfusions. My mom still didn't want to do it because she wanted us to donate our blood for her. Me and my dad were ready to do it, but then we found out that it really wasn't safe. When a family member donates blood for another family member, they rush the testing process and so you don't know if it is really a safe idea. I finally got a call while I was in school one day that my mom had decided to go to the hospital to get blood. She was suppose to come home that night but they decided she would have to stay over night because she needed more blood then they expected. After she had recieved the blood they found a procedure that finally stopped her bleeding. She is doing much better now. It was such a feeling of relief. Another time where I felt my biggest fear was when I was on vacation in the poconos with my family and aunts and cousins and my dad had a siezure. It was in the middle of the night when I heard something weird. I got up and saw that my dad was laying on the floor breathing really wierd. He had bitten his tongue when he clenched his teeth so he was spraying spit with a mix of blood out his mouth and his eyes were rolling back. He wasn't convulsing though, he must have done that already. I woke my mom up. We didn't know exactly what was going on because none of us had ever seen a siezure before. We called the number that we were suppose to to get help. A security guard from the hotel came up to our room and just stood and watched. He said it was probably a siezure. It seemed like it took forever for the ambulance to come. I was so scared; again that what if it wasn't what if it was something more serious that he could die from. We found out that it was a seizure. My dad went for all kinds of tests and again the doctors couldn't really tell what caused it, but they had narrowed it down to either sleep apnia or dehydration. Now he wears a mask to sleep that blows air into his nose for sleep apnia. Twice after that, in more recent time, he didn't wear his mask to sleep and he had two more siezures. They now gave him anti-siezure medicine. Just last week, he was taking his medicine and he had his mask on and still had another siezure. The doctors say that he has to get a new mask and they put him on stronger medicine. I still fear that maybe there is another problem, or what if he has another siezure and its worse or something else happens.