 Reeling from that diagnosis, thinking, why me? Why me? Like, you know, why? Why me? This isn't fair. I don't get it. What did I do? You know, how do I deserve this? And our brother always says, you know, like our mother passed away when I was little. Like, isn't that enough? You know, OK, God, I got my challenge ready. I don't need anything else. But I think.