60 Priceless Hours With Mom

And yes, I’m counting

For mother’s day, I eschewed traditional gift ideas this year, and instead, insisted that my mother come with me to a world class destination spa for two days. I felt that achieving remission from stage 3 ovarian cancer at her age warranted spending special time together. She is 85 years old, and not very keen on leaving home:

Both of Us Were Nearly Dead, What Is There To Be Stressed Out About?

I knew once she was on her way, it would all work out. I was glad she was able to drive herself to my house so we could travel in my car to the spa in Pennsylvania. Before she left her house, she called my sister in North Carolina and told her she wished she was going with her instead because sometimes she needs help, and I am “useless”. She was referring to the fact that I have a disability which is something she is still having an awful time getting used to twenty years later.

She arrived at my house at 1:00 on Wednesday and announced that she was “starving”. I had made up my mind that for the next 60 hours, I was going to do whatever Mom wanted. When she was done with lunch, I asked if there was anything else I could get…