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The Day She Called

Rachel called me on Saturday, May 13. With her living in LA and me living in St. Louis, our relationship was 90% texting. We texted every day, but it was rare for her to call.

“Mom, I don’t feel good.”

She’d worked an outdoor event the day before, so I told her to take a couple Tylenol and lie on a heating pad—the advice any mother would give. When she called again the next day, Mother’s Day, she sounded fine but tired, and she didn’t say anything was wrong.

But then she called me again the next day, Monday the 15th. She was in the ER at Cedars-Sinai because an urgent care nurse told her to go there instead. I threw a few things in a bag and flew out that night.