"A few hours later, her son got in touch with me. My aunt was the one in the hospital. She'd had an aneurysm on the right side of her brain, and it had burst. The drainage tube the doctors used to stop the bleeding kept slipping loose; after three tries, they finally got it to stick. Only then could they do surgery."
"We had always called my aunt "The Glamourina." She wore feathered hats with sparkly shirts and experimented with different hairstyles: a butterscotch-blond cropped cut, an afro, a bob streaked with highlights. She paid for my first real manicure, when I was in high school. We wore matching striped shirts to the salon, and used an eyeliner pencil to draw fake moles above our lips, like Marilyn Monroe."
"She is 58 now, and raised two kids as a single mother. She always treated me like one of her children, and I grew up to look more like her than like my own mom. When I'd talked with her the week before she ended up in the hospital, she'd asked me to play our favorite song, "I'm So Proud of You," by Julie Anne Vargas."
The narrator receives an urgent call from a University of Louisville hospital the day after Thanksgiving, learning that their aunt has suffered a burst aneurysm on the right side of her brain. Emergency procedures involve placing a drainage tube to stop bleeding, requiring three attempts before successful placement allows surgery to proceed. The narrator travels from Washington, D.C., to Kentucky to join family at the hospital. The aunt, affectionately called "The Glamourina" for her vibrant personality and distinctive style, is a 58-year-old single mother who has been a significant maternal figure in the narrator's life. Post-surgery, she remains in the ICU with her head partially shaved, staples across the incision, and medical equipment supporting her breathing and vital functions.
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