Mom.

Yesterday I called my mother to check to see if she needed anything since I was going to be in her area last night. She said that she was good for a couple of days, but requested that I take her to get her haircut this weekend. I said that I would. Then she mentioned that she saw the live-in apartment manager for her building earlier that day in a scooter/electric wheelchair type thing for the first time. She has MS like my mom does. Mom said that she didn't like seeing what the future held for her. She's scared. I'm scared too.