IN THE MID-AFTERNOON, Jana was trying hard to concentrate on her work. There was a lot to do yet before she could leave with satisfaction for the day. She had given notice, effective at the end of the month, but for now she was as busy as ever, and was trying to clear up backlogs before her replacement came in for training. But she couldn't stop worrying about her mother and she kept looking up at the clock. Lacey had promised to call as soon as she finished at the Center. Maybe there are lots of patients as usual, and she had to wait. But Scott wouldn't make her wait. I hope it's not bad news. Where can she be? Finally, at four, she dialed her mother's cell. No answer! Come on, Mother, what's going on? A minute later, her phone rang. She picked up. It was Scott.

From just the way he said her name, she knew.

"Oh, my God, please no!"

"Sweetest, has she called you?"

"No. Tell me."

"I'm so sorry darling. We suspect a metastasis. She walked out. Do you want me to come up so we can go to her place together?"

Think, Jana, think! "No. I'm not sure. I don't think so. I'll go, of course, but knowing Mom, she'll want to be alone to work this out. I'll call you later. Scott, is there any hope? How long has she got?"