I called mom last night to say “Hi.” When she answered my, “How are you” with uncertainty, I gently prodded. She confessed to back pain severe enough that she’d borrowed a neighbor’s walker. Mom became very defensive when I asked her what happened to cause so much pain. I defused her defensiveness by sharing some of my back pain stories… Usually caused by my own over inflated expectations of my physical abilities. She relaxed, laughed, and said she had no idea why her back was hurting. She said it’d been this way for most of a week and was getting worse. She’d seen the doctor last week. He prescribed pain meds that weren’t working. She called him again (yesterday), and was planning on going in today.