She’d had an emergency on Tuesday, a recurring complication of an old surgery in her right eye. Her left eye is blind, the result of a years-ago case of shingles, diagnosed too late, so any sudden problem in her right eye is treated urgently. When Mom reports these incidents to me, I don’t mess around: I call the eye clinic, and they hustle her in that day, whether it’s a Tuesday afternoon or the weekend. 

Sometimes, though, Mom argues against my calling the clinic, countering that we could wait a day or two. As soon as she starts down that path,…

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