Elena
“Of course I will be there.”
It was the end of Natalie's first week home, and I was on the phone with her mother, Alice. She was updating me on the latest with her cancer treatment, and unfortunately she was not quiet out of the woods.
At her post-op check-in, they saw that they hadn’t been able to get it all. She would need to have chemotherapy, but the doctors were optimistic. They were even putting her on the lowest treatment plan, which I reminded her was a good sign.
“You don’t need to sit beside an old lady while she gets her drip and watches bad soap operas,” Alice said. “You have so many more important things to do.”
“You are important, Alice,” I told her, speaking honestly. In spite of our rocky past, I didn’t want her to suffer. “I will coordinate with Natalie, and m
