Mum fell last night. She was outside, she fell, she couldn’t get up. She is one of the most fiercely independent women I know. This does not look good.
I try to support my sister via text, kicking myself for not having taken a flight earlier in the week. I felt like I wanted to “save my energy” in some way, as if Mum’s cancer were a marathon, and I wanted to conserve my reserves for the final sprint at the end.
I must go to support my sister. It must be almost unbearable to be there on her own, taking care of Mum, trying to keep it together both mentally and physically. The flight is double the expense of a “normal” flight, but they need me.