“I can hear him saying that in his scratchy old voice.”

I asked about her wrist.

She admitted it ached when she piped delicate decorations for too long.

She had been too embarrassed to mention it because she hadn’t wanted anyone telling her she was too old to bake.

We made an appointment with her doctor to review the discomfort and her prescriptions.

The office also connected her with a pharmacist who reviewed her refill schedule and available assistance options.

Grandma was indignant that I sat in the waiting room worrying, but she emerged relieved that we’d checked everything instead of guessing.