My mom went to the doctor yesterday and when she got back she called me as I was out walking the dog. She was upset. I could hear it in her voice. I knew that if anything could make her feel better it might be listening to her patiently, compassionately, assuring her that everything was going to be okay while at the same time validating her feelings of fear and helplessness, but at the time I wasn’t feeling especially patient or compassionate. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything for long enough that she thought maybe the connection was lost. “Hello?” she said. “Are you there?”