I had a realisation the other day.  I want to be friends with my Mum. I have spent the last 12 months fighting with my Mum about her health. As someone who has worked within the vague realm of medical appointments, being proactive and understanding the process is where I was coming from.  I couldn’t quite reconcile that my Mother was the patient.  The ability to explain things would come across as quite blunt, cold even.  As much as I wanted to help and to a certain level, protect her, being bossy is my coping mechanism. I prefer to think of it as being ‘direct’. I have since recruited two…