answer:I fret and pace and wring my hands. I make Doomsday plans. I put on a brave face for the loved ones and totally freak out. I gorge on bad food. I over drink. I do not cope with any grace. Sorry that doesn’t help at all. :-/ That said, I wish for your mother a benign outcome, and that all your worry be needless and unfounded. Eat a pizza anyway.