"When you go back..."

I woke mum up, after she took a little nap. Woke her up to go into the hospital again, for the second time today to conduct her bone scans.

She stirred slowly. I lay down next to her, and our cheeks briefly touch. She petted my head, and softly said, "When you go back, there will be many days when I will miss you a lot..."

My eyes teared, and I closed them tightly to escape the tears from flowing. She petted my head again. "When you are here, you look after a lot of things. I'll have to manage when you leave. Your future is more important, and you need to do your own things..."

My eyes were closed still, my heart heavy with emotions. It is all so very hard....