11:50 AM, SFO – Nana touches down.

I picked up ma at the airport. Now I can have surgery.

The eat-a-thon hit a small road bump with a terrible breakfast, but I quickly recovered with a delicious sushi dinner that night. Let it be noted that my mother, Mary, ate sushi for the first time ever. It consisted of a very, very small bite of albacore tuna. Though this may not seem like a big deal, this is a woman who, when we used to go out to Chinese restaurants in Boston, would ask the waiter for a glass of milk and some bread and butter.