My mother has cancer again. The good news is that it is not small cell so the chemo and radiation have killed off the small cell cancer for now. My mother’s doctors are meeting this week to decide on a treatment plan.
When I talked to my mother she was in a fairly good mood. My SIL told her to get outside and enjoy the warm weather. My mother is afraid to sit on the fronth porch because she doesn’t want to get shot. According to my mother the neighborhood is 80% black. “They” all have guns. I told my mother my black friend, Lynn, doesn’t own a gun but she ignored the comment. When I suggested she sit in the backyard she came up with an excuse I don’t even remember. Why does she always have to be a victim?
I came up with an excuse to end the call with my mother. I just couldn’t continue the conversation. It’s the same conversation over and over again.
The Corporate Slave 
Some people just don’t want to be happy, no matter what. All you can do is save yourself from that misery. I’m sorry your mom has more cancer, mostly because I know how crazy she is going to make you. Try to picture her in a canoe paddling on a lake. Wave at her from the shore but don’t jump in the water.
Wow that was an analogy and a half…haha!