My mom had a stroke part 13: Four steps back.

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On Thursday night, my dad called me, slightly breathless.

“They had to put Mom back on the ventilator,” he told me.

At that point we didn’t have many details, but eventually they filled in, all various shades of gray. The soft tracheostomy tube had kinked, partially collapsing on itself. She had been panting, struggling to breathe.