17LucianaJax was gone for a week and I spent all of it stressing out about him. Would he come back? Would he be alive? Would someone hurt him? He hadn’t told me what he was doing, but I knew it was business related.
I couldn’t spend my week worrying about it, though; that would eat me up. So instead I spent it with Becky and with my mom.
My mom wasn’t doing so well these days. Her health was deteriorating quickly, no matter what we seemed to do. Her leg was worse, but that wasn’t all of it. There were other things going on—something with her breathing, something with her aches and pains, something going on inside that we just couldn’t see—so we went to the doctor again.
He saw a lot of her these days.
Ultimately, he gave me a little hope in a couple of different ways. Get her some fres
