the doctor said, smiling. Thank God,” Sarah murmured. Her knees felt weak. If not for Matt’s arm around her waist, she would have fallen. “When can we see her?” Andrew asked. “In a few minutes. She’ll be a little groggy for a while. Don’t be alarmed if she doesn’t respond when you speak to her.” The doctor hesitated. “Mrs. Compson suffered a cerebral thrombosis. That means that a blood clot formed in an artery carrying blood to her brain, blocking the flow.” “Did you use TPA?” Carol asked. “Actually, yes, we did. It was a viable option in Mrs. Compson’s case, especially since we were able to treat her so soon after the onset of the attack.” He turned to the others. “TPA is tissue plasminogen activator, a drug that dissolves blood clots like the one Mrs. Compson had. TPA has its risks, but the benefits of treatment far outweigh the dangers. Ideally, TPA will clear the blockage and allow the blood flow to resume.” “Ideally?” Matt echoed. “Has it worked for Sylvia?”
