Fresh tears run down Eve’s face as she imagines Nick, all alone, sitting in a little hospital side room, having to deal with the news that his wife had a deadly brain tumor, and she feels sudden rage. Rage at her own stupid brain; rage at the doctor for upsetting Nick; rage at the whole thing. She wants to rail and shout and hit things. And she feels—yet again—consumed by guilt that she has been the cause of so much distress. She knows this cancer is not her fault—it’s just bad luck. But what she has learned is that you can feel guilty for having had bad luck.
