I Worry Way Too Much!

So, two days ago, my mother decided she wanted to come downtown to visit me and have lunch. As soon as i hung up the phone, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over me. I'm not sure why. I love my mom and we are really close. I just couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong.

She battled cancer 3 years ago successfully and i remember the horror that i felt the day she rounded up my brothers and I to let us know what was going on. I couldn't escape the feeling that this visit was for a similar purpose. One thing that i've inherited from her is a tendency to worry endlessly and needlessly.

Luckily i've also been blessed with her dark sense of humour. We are a family that loves to tease each other. I've often told her that because she "accidentally" dropped my on my head when i was a baby, that that activated my gayness. That i was conceived in the back seat of her car after too many drinks and I'm sure she's one of the few mothers around who gets it and laughs when i walk into her house and announce that my aids hurts!!

She arrived at the apartment in her brand new car nick named Cammy ( its a Toyota Camry...see...funny!!). She looked good, I mean I did just see her at my and my brother's dual b-day celebration. A pretty white-trash affair that was, bowling on a Sunday afternoon, but we had a blast, we were the only people there, and i actually one a game!

I couldn't stop scanning her face for any sign that anything was wrong. Nothing. The same bright and lovely mom I've always known. Finally mustering up some courage I asked if she was ok, you now, OK.

"Neil" she replied, "As if i'd drag my ass all the way downtown to tell you i was sick, you know i'd make you come to me if that was the case. You worry way too much! Now lets go get some lunch, cruise the gayborhood and look at some cute guys, you've been single way way too long!"

Whew and thank the universe she's alright!!!!

And yeah, I worry way too much

xo

Neil