Off to Michigan

Up at 3:30 am to finish packing and the cold drive along a deserted US-12 to Pasco for the flight to Detroit, by way of Salt Lake City. My mother, who lives in SE Michigan, near Ann Arbor, has been feeling fatigued since at least spring. Her doctor was convinced her history as a long-time smoker (since the age of 14) required a diagnosis that involved pulmonary problems. He was wrong. She had an angiogram in mid-December, and significant occlusion of the coronary arteries was identified as the culprit. So, January 15 found me headed to Michigan to be there to help out and possibly for one last good-bye in case she did not make it through the surgery. After an uneventful flight from Salt Lake City on Delta, I arrived at Detroit Metro Airport at 2:30 EDT and was picked up by sister Martha and her husband Ike.