Got her in for an appointment. 9am Monday. I’ll send a car.
I have a bad feeling about this appointment. I’d have an even worse feeling about the Tuesday appointment with our usual doctor, mind you; Mom hasn’t been doing well at all. Still, even with this guy being “the best of the best” according to Kieran, I’m afraid.
We’ve been at this a long time now—the fight against Mom's cancer. I can see the fight in her starting to go out, and it scares the hell out of me.
I don’t know what I’d do without my mother. I really don’t.
Thank you, I text Kieran. Looking forward to Wednesday.
Do you want me to come to the appointment?
His question both surprises me and makes me feel uncomfortable. I’m used to him trying to overstep at this point, but coming to my mom’s doctor appointment seems a
