A few years ago, one of our neighbours up the street, a woman in her 30s with young children, was diagnosed with cancer. At some point, she would stand in her backyard and just scream. Her family thought she was losing her mind but when my mother died a couple of years later, I understood. I had such a pressure on my heart I felt like opening the back door and screaming just to let the pressure out but was afraid that the neighbours would call 911 and report an assault in progress. It took a long time for that pressure to dissipate. I regret not screaming.