You forget all your plans, find the closest safe place to leave the boat and go home. We've done this twice before. We were in Portland, Maine when we received a call from David's mom that his ailing dad had died. We put Cups on a mooring, packed up and the three of us (including Jelly) were on a plane the next morning.
We were all provisioned and ready to leave New Zealand for Tonga when we received word that David's 92-year-old mom had fallen and broken her hip. Once again, Cups went on a mooring and we were back in the States in just a couple of days.
My mom is really sick. I'm going home.