Deja vu

Sitting in the relatives room on the neurocritical ward at Addenbrookes Hospital waiting for Mum to be transferred from Peterborough District Hospital.
It's a weird walking into a situation where there are groups of strangers who have bonded through what is obviously an extremely worrying time. Snatches of conversation reveal that the relatives and friends they are here for have been involved in serious accidents and have terrible injuries - but there is hope in the camaraderie.
Mum hasn't had a terrible accident, she was found unconscious at home today, stopped breathing twice on the way to hospital and has been transferred to this specialist head unit because a head scan revealed a shadow. She was diagnosed with a slow growing tumour 10 years ago but also has Parkinson's disease. The existing tumour could explain the shadow but may not explain her collapse.
And so we are waiting for her to arrive so they can run tests.
It is a little deja vu as it's only been 15 months since my hospital vigil for my Dad.