Sunday night I talked to my mom and she told me she has to go for a second MRI on her head, this time with a dye injection. In the same breath she told me the gynecologist wants to talk to her in his office about the results of her sonogram. Naturally, I’m worried beyond distraction. I can’t sleep at night, thinking that my mother has a brain tumor or ovarian cancer. All the things I was stressing out about seem so trivial now. When life throws a wrench into your wagon wheel, it’s funny how everything seems to sort itself into perspective. . .