Typical Emmy, to turn brain cancer into a game! Her husband attempts to care for her, even as the illness eats away the woman he knows and loves, and her mother holds faith with internet voodoo and blueberry juice. But Emmy knows optimism is a false god and cancer is a gamble: 'Lets see whose hair falls out when I become a cortisone monster!' So what remains when all hope of a future fades and even the memory of a marriage evaporates? A fearless play about the limits of hope and the consolations of certainty.