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Volunteering at an orphanage in Africa.
I’ve had a lot of great reasons to get on a plane.
I now have the best worst one.
“The doctor called with the test results,” my mother said on the phone last week from the other side of the country. “The biopsy shows I have a low-grade form of lymphoma.”
The air sucked out of the room and everything on my calendar instantly turned to pencil.
We now face what so many families do—
How do you care for a parent living far away?
“I’m the only one of my friends who doesn’t have children living here in town,” my mother has pointed out in recent years.
That might be the case for Mom’s immediate circle but I know our family looks like so many others, perhaps ever yours, Dear Reader.
The three of us kids are scattered across the globe having made lives, careers and families far from where we grew up.
None of us has any interest in moving back to our hometown.
And my mother has no interest in leaving it.
The lure of being close to grandchildren and family who could help care for her doesn’t come close to staying in the same five-square mile area she has spent her 78 years.
We might not understand each other’s choices, but we respect them.
Which leads us to now.
To lymphoma, to a low-grade form of chemotherapy, to something my mom is not looking forward to, especially alone.
And so we kids are doing what we can. Calling in favors to help care for kids, rearrange work schedules, and yes, get on a plane.
I took dibs on being there for her first chemo treatment.
“So what do you wear to a first chemo treatment?” I asked knowing Mom puts a premium on how you dress, no matter what the occasion.
“You’re coming all this way? It’s going to be so boring,” she protested as part of our dance.
“It’ll be, what it’ll be, but it won’t go well if I’m not dressed right.”
“In that case,” she relented, “jeans, an adorable sweater, and comfy shoes should pull you together.”
So, my things are packed. There’s a good chance my outfit won’t be cute enough, my stay won’t be long enough.
I’ll give it my best, just as my brother and sister will do what they can.
My mom will do her best to fight.
I’m leaving on a jet plane.
The first of what will likely be many trips to the West Coast in the coming months.
I can’t think of a better worst reason to go.
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