My last recollection of Mother was when the three of us were visiting my sisters in Colorado. Dad and I had gone for a long walk and he told me that Mother was worried about cancer. She had some tests before they left for Colorado and was awaiting the results. There had been a lot of cancer in her family background and this worried her.
While I was concerned about my mother’s health, there had always been a bit of a gulf between us. It was always “Mother” and never “Mom”, although for my older sisters, it was always “Mom”. I was the “baby” of the family and I suppose I was spoiled, especially in the eyes of my sisters. I don’t recall ever feeling that I was given special treatment but I know I was teased about it, which was upsetting. Continue reading