It happens this time every month. Often coinciding with the full moon. This is sometimes the only time I have absolutely alone for days or weeks on end. I am sure to close the door tight. I do my self-breast exam. Normal routine stuff. Notice a few things my mother never told me about, and a few things she did. Then it happens. Fear paralyzes me. I move as slowly as I can, working up the nerve to look up. Did I close the bedroom curtains?