My mom's brain surgery erased my coming out. So I had to do it again

My mom was on a roll, cycling through names from my childhood the way she did when she was feeling good – checking in on people I hadn't thought about since graduation. I answered, filled in what I knew, and made up the rest. The usual. Then her questions drifted somewhere else. "Is she married now?" she asked about the last girl I'd dated by name, before I came out, four years prior. "She was…