Thirtysomething1987

Nancy Krieger Weston:
You know, in the mornings when I first wake up? It's like swimming up from sleep and, in those first few moments I feel just like me. I feel like I've always felt since I was born. And then it hits me. Cancer. I mean, it literally hits me before I'm even awake yet. It is this burden, this massive weight that I have to strap on my shoulders and carry about until I get to go to sleep again that night. And sometimes I would just like to let it drown me. But then I think of the kids, and I know I can't let that happen.

Elliot Weston:
[clearly displeased] Nancy.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
What?

Elliot Weston:
Aw, Hon. It was just so nice there for a minute.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[realizing] Oh. Sorry.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
[after a long pause] It's so hard not to look for someone to blame.

Elliot Weston:
[frustrated] We've been through this. I won't let you blame yourself, all right?

Nancy Krieger Weston:
No, I don't blame myself. But you blame me, don't you?

Elliot Weston:
That's... that's crazy! I wouldn't blame you!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Sometimes things can be crazy, but they're still true. I mean - it is crazy that I may be dead real soon, but it's true.

Elliot Weston:
Nancy, please!

Nancy Krieger Weston:
Don't ask me not to speak the truth.

Elliot Weston:
I wouldn't do that.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
I think you are.

Elliot Weston:
[suddenly helpless] I just got you back, Nance. I just got you back.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
I just got you back. We've got to figure this out.

Elliot Weston:
[allowing her to draw him close] Help me.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
I'll try.

Elliot Weston:
But I'm supposed to be helping you.

Nancy Krieger Weston:
It's not a one or the other thing.