I married Ethan four years ago. Ethan's mother was a sweet but aloof woman. We rarely saw each other. "Mom really values her privacy," Ethan once explained to me. So I didn't let it bother me. Our life was quiet, but one day Ethan called me at work. His voice was shaking. "Kate… Mom's tests are bad. The doctors say it's cancer. She needs to start chemotherapy RIGHT AWAY." My heart sank. I told him, "Don't worry! We'll do whatever it takes." Chemotherapy was expensive, and my insurance didn't cov