She heard the seductive call drift in on the soft breeze that brushed her ear, “Come and dance”. Was it the tumor speaking or did the maze actually beckon her? The hopeless grinding assault on her breast had left her drained and devoid of her own voice. She had been whole once and the maze would not have frightened her then. She hesitated, unsure of her path. Another heartbeat and she lifted her face to the sun and took the first step. The maze like her cancer journey was fraught with blind curves, endless swatches of darkness, tangling roots, and a dead end.