All week I have felt like there was a reason for me to miss school this Friday. I went with Mom and John to her appointments today. The eye doctor decided the only chance of her sight returning was to do the brain surgery. The neurologist didn’t agree at first, then he called the eye doctor and came back in saying we need to get her admitted today and surgery would tomorrow morning at seven thirty in the morning. I have been with her all day. I am tired. She is tired. I am Unconfortable. She is uncomfortable. I am terrified. She is terrified. The differences? It is her life at stake. It is my mother’s life. She can cry, it isn’t deemed weak because it is her life. I can’t. If I cry, I’m the weakling and I am being selfish for thinking about my own feelings.