Lily pretends to be my mother, while I blame her for everything, including cancer.
Lily with grey wig: "Nancy, it should have been me to get cancer not you."
Nancy: "Oh Mother, it was all those prunes you fed me." (stage slap) (laugh)
Both: Singing "I'd Do Anything" from the musical Oliver, words and music by Lionel Bart.
Asking the whose-fault-is-this-whole-cancer-mess question, leaves me lacking. Having fun in the chemotherapy/treatment center with my daughter gave us both a belly laugh. I know no better medicine.