My stepmother and I were sitting over breakfast at the IHOP. Moishe and I were eating my breakfast while my mom was eating her one good meal of the day.
Mom: "So I've purchased a cemetary plot. Do you want to go see it?" Me: "No, that's morbid." Mom: "Well I think it's really pretty. It's in a very nice secluded spot with no threat of development." ... Me: "So when are we seeing Zareena [my sister] tonight?"
And thus it was that I discovered my stepmother has a better relationship with her own death than I do. If you pray to something, pray to the gods of cancer treatment for me. She's headed back to the Mayo clinic this month.
When I was in Boston a couple of months ago walking through Logan airport, I got word that my mom had been diagnosed with cancer. Now just a few days ago when I was back there on my way to Logan airport, I got word that she's been given a clean bill of health post-treatment.
My thanks to everyone who was so kind during her treatment. Your good wishes were appreciated.
