I talked to Mom a few weeks ago. Phone talking is difficult for me at the moment, but it felt really good to hear her voice. It wasn’t the greatest conversation, though – I was melting down over the fictional "issue" with my ankle bone and it was really tough to explain where I was coming from without her doing her mom thing – “Maybe you should cut back on the exercise!” Lol. I would like to talk to her more often. Trouble is, I get so weepy when I do, because that's the place I'm in right now - and I've always put a strong front with both my parents. Because I'm always the daughter and the child in me wants to present myself as successful and well and happy. It seems almost a little unfair to burden my 83-year-old mom with the fear and sadness and pain that I'm going through. I think, though, that she can hear my feelings - and actually wants to. I love you, Mom!