Thank you for your well wishes.
I'm back tonight after a thousand mile drive from Salt Lake.
Mom has stage Four cancer and is terminal. She's elected to accept chemo/radiation in hopes of prolonging her days. She has from now until? Who knows? She was shook up. We'd had more time to get used to the idea; she'd been out of it due to serious condition and not coherent enough to relalize how serious she was until just before I left AZ.
Many people kept coming in as I was speaking to her. Finally, as I was about to say goodbye, possibly for the last time, another medico arrived and wanted something from her.
"Would you mind giving me a moment alone?" I asked her.
She murmured politely and left.
"You just sent the surgion away." Mom said.
"I don't mind." I said.
Mom and I said a few things. I learned something good from her I'll never forget.
My oldest son offered her a bible but she declined. She believes in nothing other than human effort. She's afraid, and I don't blame her.
Outside in the hall, I found the doctor, thanked her for waiting, and left the hospital.
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