As we walked into the clinic, Katie asked, "You're coming in with me, right?"
"Only if you want me to," I answered.
"I want you to come in, but you can't be there when they take me in for the actual thing."
Katie had not asked about the procedure or the prognosis. On Sunday, her answer to every one of her prospective mother-in-law's questions about it was, "I don't really know." She was scared and trying to put off facing the problem as long as possible.
When the doctor came into the room, Katie said, "My mom has some questions."
And that, my friends, was why I drove 1000 miles to be there. My darling daughter needed a spokesperson, an advocate. Despite her enormous courage and maturity, she needed to hand off the research and responsibility to me. Without asking, she trusted that I had read what needed to be read and knew what needed to be asked. She trusted me.
As Katie said to the nurse who helped prep her for the procedure, "Sometimes, you just need your mom."
Do I even need to mention how deeply, truly happy those words made me?