The friends are calling. This is nice because it means the friends are thinking of my mother. Some are visiting. One is flying across the country to see her and to help. Some call her. Others call Alice. Everyone wants to be kept, ‘up to date.’ This is caring and nice of them. But it’s also demanding for me, and for Alice. The best friends are supportive and say, ‘follow your instincts, listen to your gut.’ The less best ones need comforting and lengthy explanations. They are sad and they feel bad. Those folks tire me out and leave me feeling inadequate and drained. It’s not helpful to tell me what I should be doing, or what the doctor should be doing or what Alice should be doing. We all are doing the best that we can. And so is my mom.