My mother and I both suffer from intense Migraines. But this scared me to no end. She went to bed with a migraine one night and I was contacted at school (I walked to my school) that my mother was in the hospital. My ex-Step dad had found that she was having memory problems, she was wondering where I was and where my little sister was, she would repeat questions over and over again. She was fine later that day but could not remember certain events that had happened a week ago. I was in sixth grade.

Nearly a year later, I was in middle school (I needed a ride to school) and came up the stairs and found my mother on the couch. I was late and called out to her. She 'mmed?' and I let her know that we need to go, and got no response. I called out again and got another 'hmm' and once again let her know that we needed to leave and got another 'hmm'. This went on for a long time and I finally got my ex-Step dad and he took her to the hospital. This time her recovery took a week. There where times when she would not recognise me, or think that I was still little, or that she was still with my dad, times when I did not exist yet. I helped feed her and tried to answer her questions, I was usually the only one in her room so I did not know how to deal with it.

The good memory I have about that time was the nurses helping me with my health homework.

I get scared every time my mom gets a migraine.