The annual visit of my
mother to the States always includes visits to her doctor for the once-a-year
routine check-up. She used to
confidently manage these visits on her own with a sibling offering to drive her
for the appointments. But a year ago,
she needed to be accompanied to these visits.
We took charge in filling out the usual questionnaire given out and sat with her as she met with her doctors. (Still Mommy)
Maybe, we reasoned, it
was because she was getting on in years.
Slower, more careful with her steps; quieter, more introspective. On the other hand, she was easily agitated in
unfamiliar surroundings; and quick to declare, “I cannot!”
