I was sitting next to my mother in the doctor’s office when the doctor said that there was nothing else to do about her cancer. No more chemo. No more liver stents. No more anything. The cancer had won. She might have a couple of months left. It was early August 1994 and I had flown up from Texas to be with her in Boston for this ominous appointment.
“If there’s anything you want to do, now’s the time,” the doctor said.
“Lubbock, Texas? Why?” the doctor asked, frowning.
Yeah. Why would anyone want to make Lubbock their last travel destination?
“Because that’s where my daughter just moved with her husband and I have to see her new house so I’ll be able to picture her in it before I die,” she said.
Oh. Because of me. (more…)