Last night, I called Mom to check up on the two of them. In the process, Mom asked about my visit to the doctor inquiring about immunotherapy for a newly discovered allergy to bees.
Mom apologized to me, saying she was sorry I got all the crud in the family hand-basket of DNA. I laughed it off saying that I don't have it, whatever IT is, as bad as other people. We both agreed that no matter what challenges we face, it could always be worse and is for someone else. Mom stated "That's just the way we have to look at things."
Lyn was listening in, of course. We both heard "I don't have to look at things that way. I look at look at things the right way."