A few things happened when I got a call about my mom having cancer.
Panic.
Worry.
Fear.
Denial.
My siblings all have careers and families. They are all pretty set where they are at. I'm the mobile one. Still finishing undergrad, still with an entry level job, no kids, etc. So my thoughts went to, "If my family needs help I'm the one able to drop everything and be there."
As I discussed this idea, I got a rebuttal of "Well, you're the one who chose to move away from your family, so why should I have to sacrifice for your choice?"
...ooookkkkkkk, but my mom is sick. The situation is different than just "Hey, let's move." If I had to pinpoint a breaking point, this was it. This is when I really started to back away...8 months ago.
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