Mom has to have knee replacement surgery. *Sigh* Even though the doc gave her a cortisone shot 2 weeks ago, the pain has returned.
Mom, bless her heart, tries to keep 'bad' things from me - when she fell, I didn't find out until 3 days later; when Dad was rushed to the hospital, I was called six hours later as he was leaving the hospital. She calls it not wanting me to worry. In fact, she'll usually start the phone conversations that way: "Now, don't worry..." Oh, okay. Or, my favorite, is Mom will call my sister who will relay the message to me. Oh, yeah. That's a good one. It's the method used today to let me know about the surgery.