I just needed my mommy

Went to visit mom after work today. 

Walked in and she put me right to work entering the rents into the books and making out the bank deposit. She was "rushing" around the house trying to think of everything she needed to get for me or to tell me (I'm using the word "rushing" very loosely). When we finally finished her To-Do list, we sat to talk in detail over her situation. I let her know about the trials coming up at work and that I would take off for her surgery if she wanted, but she reassured me that it was not necessary at this time. She stated that the cancer is only a skin cancer - it has not metastasized. This means that it's superficial, and not traveling throughout her body - well, as far as she knows. She is supposed to double-check with the doctor on Monday about the possibility that this cancer had been there at the same time as the last, or whether this is actually a recurrence. So, while I'll still worry, I'm feeling a spec of relief; I suppose because I got to see her and talk to her and, well, I a little mommy-time always makes me feel better.