My Lunch Break...

I spoke with my mom for the first time in two days, and I know thatshe's just not going to get better overnight, but for God's sake, Ijust hope and pray that maybe she's a tad bit better by the time Icall her. It's never been the case. Today she was just a wreck and Ican't believe that it's really my mother who I am talking to. She'snot there anymore... I wish I knew what is going on. I wish the damndoctors would do more to try to find out what is wrong. She's hurting. I'm hurting. Then when I get off the phone with her, I see myfamily and how happy my children are. They don't have a clue. Howcan I be happy when Timmy walks around so carefree, trying to show methings, then I think about my mom...how incredibly sick and depressedshe is. I just have too much empathy, too much to a fault. I want to be sick for my mom. I want to take that pain away. No one personshould go through that.