The friends are
calling. This is nice because it means the friends are thinking of my mother.
Some are visiting. One is flying across the country to see her and to help. Some
call her. Others call Alice. Everyone wants to be kept, ‘up to date.’ This is
caring and nice of them. But it’s also demanding for me, and for Alice. The
best friends are supportive and say, ‘follow your instincts, listen to your
gut.’ The less best ones need comforting and lengthy explanations. They are sad
and they feel bad. Those folks tire me out and leave me feeling inadequate and
drained. It’s not helpful to tell me what I should be doing, or what the doctor
should be doing or what Alice should be doing. We all are doing the best that
we can. And so is my mom.
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