My mother knew something was wrong. Her memory was fading since dad's death less than a month ago, but she was lucid enough to understand that I've been visiting the doctor too often. I wanted to avoid telling her for as long as possible to save her from worrying: I fear I'll have to take care of her emotionally as well as myself, and I just don't have it in me yet, I'm still grappling with my own fear. I told her on our front porch, a week after I found the mass. She asked me why I'm going to so many doctor's appointments and I replied cautiously, "I found a lump in my left breast." Shocked, she resolved to pray to saint Anthony and the Madonna to help heal me. Since my dad passed, she boycotted mass, claiming that she was mad at God for taking her husband away. My mom has always been a prayer-filled woman, a devout Catholic, it was foreign to have her mad at God. My diagnosis brought her back to prayer, that's one positive outcome. I hope her prayers are answered.