I’m scared of what’ll happen when I go back to Mary. And I’m scared of the chemicals they’re gonna put in my body to try and make me better, and I’m scared it won’t work. I’m scared of dying, Nora. I’m scared my son will grow up without me, forget my face, forget the sound of my voice. But most of all, I’m scared that I’ll survive. Because if I do, how can I ever stand in front of a room full of people and convince them that I have the answers when I have no idea what the f*** I’m talking about?