The diagnosis, I don’t know. I have known for quite a while that I was going to have it. I don’t know why, because my mother had it at a young age. There are a lot of breast cancers in my family, thus I knew I was going to get it, but not at this time, six weeks after my mother’s death. It was too much at the same time. What was difficulty for me was not the diagnosis, the cancer or the grief, I didn’t know anymore. There were mixed feelings, but the cancer itself didn’t frighten me.