The PCO and My Mother's Dilemma

My mother was going through a bad patch in her marriage and chemotherapy for breast cancer. We lived in a very quiet town where residential areas only had small markets. For everything else including pharmacy and public calls we had to go to the main market which was almost three and a half miles from our house. The same market had the pharmacy where my mother would buy her medicine. She used to call her brother, my uncle, for advice and catharsis and he lived in another city. One evening she along with her sister went to the PCO to talk to my uncle. I don't remember why but I think my father asked her to leave the house and she wanted to discuss her options.