OK so clearly this isn't going to be the best week of my life! Things are crazy at work, turbo tax can't efile my federal return despite going through the "let's fix it" section of their program. I have printed out the return, dug out my copy of the paper showing Lissa's tax ID number is cancelled. I will photocopy her social security card. I will mail the return and play for the best.
Sigh. I have a pretty decent return coming back this year and am hoping to use a portion of it to purchase a new pellet stove since ours croaked mid winter. X your fingers for some IRS magic guys!
I got home from the park and my mom had left a message to call. She had a physical today and wanted to let me know that her mammogram which she had last week came back showing a 5 mm mass. So they are doing another mammogram in a week or so. I tried to reassure her that lots of time these things are not cancerous. However with her husband facing a terminal cancer situation and her own mother having died of breast cancer back when I was 9, I am not sure my reassurances were really heard. I know she had one of those new digital imaging mammograms as well, so the Dr said it is even likely that this mass has been there right along and only the new equipment was sensitive enough to pick it up.
I don't know what will be the right thing, the supportive thing, to say or to do. My mom is always hard to read and has not really had the typical parent/child relationship with me. Over the years it has often felt like those roles shifted. I don't want her to think I don't care. I do. But I am also not the kind of person who worries until the facts are in. Except for now, when I am spending my time worrying that I didn't say the right thing when I called her tonight. Talking semi-distractedly while I bathed Elisabeth, until I grasped the focus of her call. Multi tasking is not always a good thing.