Is no news the proverbial good news?

Mom missed her doctor's appointment on Monday due to the eight inches of snow we received in East Tennessee. She said she isn't even sure why we are going to the doctor since she isn't doing chemo anymore. I reminded her we might need to do some symptom control and then in my mind willed myself and her not to think about what that might mean. She and Dad have been walking the halls at their retirement center. He continues to be restless a lot of the time and the caregivers (or daughters) haven't been able to get there to help her. She did say one of their previous pastors, Larry Williams (a saint) came by yesterday so some Chattanoogians are getting out. Is it wrong that I find myself enjoying this forced reprieve from life outside my own little cosmo?