I'm glad to hear that he's going back to his doctor.
Well I am humbled yet again.
First I will tell you where I am at and after, what happened.
My son did not make Friday's appointment with the liver doctor, but he had called a couple of weeks ago requesting one.
He would have missed this Friday's appointment because he did not know about it.
The victory lap I made was only partially merited. While he had listened a few weeks ago and did call his doctor, he had not followed up.
All of my peace of mind had been a trick on myself, based upon one automated phone call. One call, that was all it took to move from doom to elation.
One call more, back to doom, when I realized he did not know about the appointment, and seemed to not take it so seriously.
I am ready to kill off my ego and superego. Because I realize that the illusion I have of any control is fueled by my poor ego that thinks it can know or have control over anything. I do not. I am beat up by my superego, to blood and pulp.
I see now (yet again) why people turn to Buddhism to relearn and live by appropriate and sane ego limits.
For now all I know is: I don't know. What will happen, will happen, and I will accept it. I am OK right this minute.
He called last night. He is temporarily in my town, he said, only until Friday and says he will be staying in yet another County in a big city next to the other BIG CITY.
My telling my son last night was the first he knew about Friday's appointment!
I asked him, would it help you out any if I would go with you on Friday on the train?
He hemmed and hawed (I am kinda low in money for the ticket he said.)
I am talking about accompanying you to the doctor.
Well, yeah.
OK. Then why don't you call me Thursday to confirm and we can buy our train tickets.
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I will not buy a ticket for him unless I am on the train.