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Friends,
let's start with some happy news.

Jane and Rafael
were finally together.

And even more exciting?
Jane had a writing breakthrough.

I want to write about my mom.
Our relationship.

Oh, and her
father Rogelio had a breakthrough too.

His American remake
of The Passions of Santos

got the green light
when superstar

River Fields agreed to costar.

And, honestly,
I didn't think she'd say yes,

especially after...

I know! Straight out
of a telenovela

remade for American
audiences, right?

Well imagine this.

Petra was under investigation

for her sister's death,

so she hired a lawyer,
Jane Ramos, aka J.R.

And then this happened.

And Petra was super into it.

- Only problem?
- It was a one-time thing.

But it seemed like
maybe Petra

was having a hard time
letting go.

J.R., wait!
You left your pen.

Yikes.

Oh, and one more thing
I can't forget, friends,

even though I've tried...

The biopsy
came back positive.

I have breast cancer.

Which is where we left off.

When
Xiomara Gloriana Villanueva

was 4 years old...

Mommy, I don't feel good.

Fortunately, Alba always knew

just what Xo needed
to feel better.

Come, let me rub
some Vivaporú on your chest.

What is that stuff, even?

A magical,
healing potion passed on

from one generation of
Villanueva women to another.

And, friends,

whether it was a cold
or a skinned knee,

Alba's magical potion
always worked.

Until one day, it didn't.

You okay?
Should I get the Vivaporú?

Don't bother.

I'm pregnant.

And, alas,
all the Vivaporú in the world

wasn't going to help
with this.

You have Stage III
invasive lobular carcinoma.

At least,
it appears to be Stage III

from what we can see
in the imaging.

Unfortunately,
this strain is rather sneaky

and doesn't present well
in scans.

Is there any involvement
in her lymph nodes?

As far
as we can tell, no.

Which is a good thing.

- So...
- So, um,

what are her
treatment options?

We'll go straight to surgery
and then we'll use chemo

as a systemic treatment later.

As for surgery,
you have some choices.

You can have a
lumpectomy, a mastectomy,

or you can have a prophylactic
bilateral mastectomy...

Both breasts removed... out
of an abundance of caution.

All have about the same odds
of survival.

Survival?
Who was talking about survival?

- What do you recommend?
- It's up to the patient.

Some patients
like to preserve

breast tissue,
while others choose

a double mastectomy
for peace of mind.

Though your other breast
is perfectly healthy.

It's your choice,
but I'd like to get

the cancer out
as soon as possible.

Yes. O-Okay.

Let me think about it.

*JANE THE VIRGIN*
Season 03 Episode 14

Episode Title : "Chapter Seventy-Eight "

You okay?

Yeah.

That was your agent.

I'll call him back.
You're in pre-production.

- I'm pushing the pilot.
- No, you're not.

Life has to go on.

I mean it. It has to.

Of course.

We all
handle crisis differently.

I have nothing quippy to add,
it's just a fact.

Jane, of course, has her...

Research.
That's what I'm focused on.

Research and organization.

My mom's so overwhelmed,

I just want to make
things as clear

- and easy as possible.
- Right.

Well let me know
if you need anything.

Oh, would you mind
telling Petra?

She knew we were waiting
for the results.

Sure.

And could you also let her know

that I'm going to need
a few days off?

Of course.

Hey, where's Mommy?

- In her room.
- In her room.

Jane, I'm calling because...

well, the truth is,
I like you.

More than I want
to admit.

So let's go on a date.

I know this is
terrible timing,

given everything that's
going on with your mother

and, well,
everything else.

But I have to speak
my truth because, well,

Oprah says it's the most
powerful tool we have.

Oprah.
What am I doing?

Jane,
I have unexpected and strong

romantic
feelings for you.

You know what, just text.

That's all?

Come on, Petra, you can
do better than that.

Oof.

Hey. When'd you
get here?

- Just now.
- Oh. What's up?

I came here to talk
to you about Jane,

who, as you know,
I'm dating, romantically.

Yes, I know.

What is it?

Xo's test came back.

She has cancer.
Stage III.

Oh, my God, no.

Poor Xo.

And Jane.

What?

You know,
I may not show it,

but I care about Jane
very deeply.

What does she need?

Just fewer waitressing shifts.

And space.
Plenty of space.

Hey.

You're early for dinner.

I wanted to talk
to you first.

Mm.

I know, after
the doctor's office,

you probably came
straight home

and started researching,

making color-coded lists
and spreadsheets...

I mean, for a
writer, she really is a whiz at Excel.

I mean, very simple
spreadsheets.

Just don't bombard your mom
with that stuff at dinner.

You can't overwhelm her right
now with facts and binders.

Like I was gonna
bring a binder to dinner.

Okay, I won't bring
the binder,

but she has to
make a decision.

And she will.
But she needs time.

Well that's the one thing
what she doesn't have, Dad.

If she waits, the cancer
can spread to her lymph nodes,

and then we'll have
more to worry about.

Honestly, I think she should
get a double mastectomy.

No breast tissue means
it's less likely to come back.

I actually agree
but we have to let her

come to her decision
on her own.

Let's just try to have
a nice, normal dinner.

Ah, here we are...

A nice, normal dinner.

Can I have some chicken?
Sure.

Thigh, breast...

Wing. Breast-wing.

Come on, Ro,

this is no time to act
like a boob.

So, Dad, how is work?

Good.
Everything's going as planned.

Of course,
River's being a diva.

She is so high-maintenance.
Literally,

the makeup lady has to stand
on a stool

just to glue on
her prosthetic brows.

Okay, let's just
talk about it.

I don't know what to do.

Where's the binder?

In my room.

Honestly, I think
double mastectomy.

The cancer's aggressive.

This way, you won't
worry about recurrence.

Really?

Preventative surgery?

Yes.

Dad agrees with me too.

You do?

But it's your choice.

And I won't pressure
you either way.

We can't
tiptoe around this.

We have to talk about
these things.

Jane's right.
What do you think?

Surgery is very hard.
Recovery is very painful.

But of course,
it would be a relief

to know it could never
come back.

So everyone thinks I should
have a double mastectomy?

We do.

Okay, then...

I'll schedule
the surgery.

I guess I'll take
two breasts.

Ugh,

why couldn't it have been
pasta night?

There is something
to be said for making a decision.

Certainly if you're Jane.

I'm Dr. Park.

Xiomara.

This is my husband, Rogelio,
and my daughter, Jane.

Nice to meet you.
Always good to have

a big support system.

So can you walk us
through the process?

Of course, yes.
During the initial surgery,

we'll put in expanders,
to make room for the implants.

You'll need to decide
on silicone or saline.

And, of course,
shape and size.

We have round, teardrop,
medium, massive.

Oh, I just want this
to be over.

I understand.

But reconstruction
is an involved process.

I'll need to see you regularly
for a few months

while we stretch
the expanders

and ensure you're
healing properly.

And to make sure
we're managing your pain.

How will they feel?

They'll look and feel
pretty much the same.

But keep in mind,
there will be

some loss of sensation,
especially if we have to

reconstruct the nipples.

Would you guys like
a-a minute to talk?

Yes, please.

Of course.

Sorry, it's just a lot
to take in.

I know. Listen, after the exam,
you'll just tell him

you want to match
what you have. That's it.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah.
And then off to a spa.

I'm serious.

You need a spa day to relax
before the surgery.

Yes, good.
No, I like that idea.

Will you come?

Of course.

Great.

- It'll be my treat.
- Thanks.

And would you mind keeping
an eye on Mom while we're gone?

She's going to
the medical supply store

to get things
for after my surgery.

I think it's gonna
be hard on her.

Say no more. You two will have
a relaxing spa day,

and I will go with your mother
to the medical supply store.

Talk
about drawing the short straw.

Great. Okay.

I think a spa day
will be nice.

Why are you doing a spa day?

Because, Mateo,
Abuela is sick.

Oh, I hate this part so much.

Sick how?

She has something
called cancer.

My friend Andrew's grandpa
had cancer, and he died.

Is Abuela gonna die?

No.

She has really good
doctors, okay?

Can we pray?

Yes. I would love that.
Come on.

How's he doing?

Worried, but okay.

And thanks
for telling Petra.

She said she was
gonna stop by.

What?
Yeah. Any minute.

Oh. Uh...

See, I actually need
to talk to you about that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hello?

Petra, hi.

Jane. I'm so sorry
about your mother.

I brought you
some Czech comfort food.

It's soup
to soothe the nerves.

Maybe
Rafael should have a bowl.

Mmm. Mmm.

There's an old
Czech saying.

The heavier the borscht,
the lighter the burden.

Well I appreciate that.

Jane, I've been
thinking about you

nonstop since
I heard the news.

- What?
- Nothing.

Good. Do you want
to eat that now,

or should I put it
in the fridge?

What do you say?

- Up for some borscht?
- Fridge is fine.

Finally! A reply.

That's it?

Ugh, this is torture.

Petra, you got to work
on your text game.

Why are you
acting so weird?

That's what I wanted
to tell you.

I think Petra has...

feelings for you.

- What?
- Romantic ones.

I overheard her saying
she wanted to ask you out,

even though she knows
it's complicated.

She said she had
to speak her truth.

Really?

Right. Where were we?

Uh... Soup.

We were at soup.

It's the least I can do.

- Jane...
- Mm?

You're important to me.
I don't say it enough.

If there is anything
you need, call me.

What's going on
with you two?

Nothing.

Do you have romantic
feelings for me?

What?

Raf said you wanted
to ask me out.

- Ew! Why would you say that?
- Ew? That is...

I heard you

practicing a call...
to Jane.

Not that Jane!

I mean, it was, like...

it's a little harsh.

I was talking
about Jane Ramos,

my lawyer.

Oh, yeah, that makes sense.
Smoking hot.

That's exactly why
I call her "J.R.,"

- to avoid this confusion.
- Got it.

Does this mean
you're into women now?

Do you get the vibe
that she likes you too?

It's more than a vibe.

We had sex.

- What? How was it?
- Wow. Okay, then.

Okay, enough! I'm not talking
to you two about this.

Jane, I meant what I said.
Call me if you need anything.

Non-sexual.
Got it.

I would rather
go to Chuck E. Cheese

- during flu season than...
- Yup, loud and clear.

- That was unexpected.
- Right?

But we have
to respect her wishes

- and mind our own business.
- But...

But I have so many questions!

- Hey, you got to give her credit.
- Hm?

She took your mind
off your mom for a minute.

Mmm.

Which brings us here.

Is everything all right, Alba?

It's just you haven't
been acting like yourself.

How should I act?
My daughter has cancer.

Nothing else matters.

I know. I just want
to make sure

you're talking about it.

I am.

- With?
- God.

What about someone who
can talk back?

Like a therapist?
I find it very helpful...

No, thank you, I'm fine.

I have to take this, it's Barry.
I'll be right back.

Talk to me, Barry.

Can I help you?

Uh, um,

I need these items,
please, for home care.

Bilateral
mastectomy, huh?

Yeah, the patient has
a long road ahead.

Very painful.
All those drains.

She's not a patient.
She's my daughter.

I am aware that she will be
in pain. That's obvious.

I don't need
to hear it from you.

I'm sorry. I-I was
just trying to help.

Alba, why don't I get
the rest of the things on the list?

If you're trying to help,
why don't you try and do your job,

and keep your useless opinions
to yourself?

Ah, here we are,

trying to get Xo's mind
off of boobs.

Well, let's focus
on the intake form, shall we?

Allergies? No.
Retinol products? No.

Is there a complimentary
hand massage

after we fill all this out?

No kidding.

You know what?

Let me take
care of this for you.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I mean, this was supposed
to get your mind off...

- Off what? My boobs?
- Eh.

Then get me the heck
out of this locker room.

It's a nonstop boob parade.

I mean, seriously.
It's like Mardi Gras in here.

Come on. We're getting
massages and then mud baths.

Did you pack our shampoo?

We don't like Daddy's.

- It's too perfume-y.
- Don't worry,

everything you need is packed,
including shampoo.

You know what?
I'm going to take you to Daddy's today.

Is today Sunday?

Uh, no.

It's Thursday, buddy.

Can we go to church anyway?

Well why do you want to
go to church?

To pray,
so Abuela doesn't die.

Raf, I can't
talk now, I'm sorry.

I just don't want Mateo to think
that Xo's life is in his hands.

Tell him that's not
how it works.

- You know, religion isn't my strong suit.
- I have to go.

You'll figure it out,
I have faith.

Hey, girls.

Oh. I figured one
of the nannies

- was bringing them.
- I do things too.

I'm a very hands-on mom.

Girls, get in the tent, please.
Mateo, you, too.

You can take my iPad.

Can we speak in private?

I know I said I didn't
want to talk about J.R., but

you and Jane are the only ones
who know, so I have no choice.

Plus, J.R. is kind of a player,
and you used to be a player,

so maybe you could
offer some insight.

Okay.
I sent her this text

asking to meet,
then she wrote back asking

if it was about the case and
I don't know what to say.

Well...
'Cause it's not about the case,

it's about my feelings,
but if I tell her,

it could scare her off.
I think...

'Cause the thing about
J.R. is, she's complex.

And hard to pin down,
but that's also what's

so compelling about her.

And the way she takes
care of her mother,

she's so patient
and nurturing.

But she's also
incredibly smart,

and shrewd, as a legal
professional, and the sex...

Oh, my God, that's on another
level... ugh, you can't imagine.

She makes me so nervous,
and I've never been nervous

around anyone.
I've always felt so in control.

Like with you, it was just
"Sit, beg, roll over," so easy.

- But I can't do that with J.R....
- Petra.

You want the player's advice?

Don't get into your feelings
over text. All right?

Just tell her
it's not about the case.

And then,
when she shows up,

- woo her.
- "Woo" her?

Come on.
What would I do?

A nice bottle of wine,
candlelight, flowers...

Panini's.

I love them.

Panini, Alba?

Sure.

And who are you?

This is Marisol.

How do you
know each other?

Well I'm a
new friend of Rogelio's.

He was nice enough
to invite me over.

She was also planning
to have lunch alone.

So I thought,
why not bring her over.

Panini, Marisol?

Sure, I'd love a panini,

thank you, Rogelio.

I'm so sorry to hear about

your daughter's
cancer diagnosis.

How are you holding up?

I'm sorry, I'd rather not
talk about that.

Why is that?

Because I don't even know you.

Sometimes it's easiest
to talk to a stranger.

That's true.

- Very good point, Marisol.
- Anyone would feel distressed

at the news of
a loved one's illness.

And it's quite healthy
to express those feelings,

- wouldn't you say?
- Yes, I really would.

I would say it's important.

Go ahead, Marisol's
an excellent listener.

You're a therapist,
aren't you?

A wonderful therapist.

"Wonderful"
might be an overstatement.

He had to call six therapists
before he found one

janky enough to
do an ambush session.

I'm sorry, Marisol,
but you need to go.

The good news
is, Alba is definitely in touch

with her feelings
about Rogelio.

How are you feeling?
Weird.

That was for you to ask
yourself. Silently.

Oh.
My name is Satchet...

Of course it is.

I'm going to guide you.
So breathe in.

Closing your eyes.

And as you sink
into the mud,

really feel your stress
start to fade away.

Deep breath in.

And...

- Ahhh...
- Ohhh!

Focus on your inner light,

and allow it to radiate
through your entire body.

Beginning in your heart,
and allow it to expand

your chest with
every breath,

moving from your arms
and your legs,

fully engaging your body.

And out,

as you really take this moment
to appreciate your body.

It's the only one
you'll ever get.

Honor it.

Admire the way your body
never gives up on you.

Our bodies
are our living history.

They carry our memories,

so thank your body
for making you who you are.

Hmm.

She's not looking too relaxed.

Yikes. Neither is she.

I told you very clearly

that I didn't want
to see a therapist.

True.

But that's what most people
who need therapy say.

Alba, you're obviously
having a hard time

dealing with Xiomara's
diagnosis.

You've been withdrawn,
you won't talk to me,

you snapped at a perfectly
nice salesperson.

You're right!

I shouldn't have
snapped at him

because the person
I'm mad at is you!

I don't need a therapist
to tell me that!

Me? Why?

Xiomara deserves
your focus right now.

But we can't even
buy medical supplies for her

without you getting
distracted by your agent.

That's not fair...

You can't ever
put anything

ahead of yourself,
your ego, your career!

You said you were going
to stay home with Baby,

but you bailed.

Well you're not
bailing on my daughter!

Not now!

Mom, what's wrong?

I think I just want
a lumpectomy.

- What?
- Reminder.

This is a "no chitchat" zone.

You made a decision.
The surgery's scheduled.

Let's focus on
our breathing. In...

I decided I love my boobs...

- And out.
- And I don't want

- to get rid of them.
- They're just boobs.

- Why would you take the risk?
- You heard Satchel...

Satchet. And shush.

My body makes me who I am.
It has never given up on me,

and I... am not giving up on it.

- You're not giving up...
- Ladies.

You know what?
This conversation is over.

No breast tissue means
less risk.

It also means no breasts.

Careful,

you're tracking mud everywhere...

Get over it!
It's my mud, and it's my body.

Mom! Wait!

Mom, slow down.
I'm just surprised

because you decided
already, remember?

Like, for peace of mind.

- Your peace of mind.
- What?

Seriously, would it kill you
to put on a robe?

This isn't a nudist colony.

See? That's what you
don't understand.

They don't want
to wear robes.

They like being naked
and I do too.

I like my body.

A-And I like
showing it off.

It's part of who I am.

You and I have
different relationships

to our bodies, Jane,
and I don't know

if I want to have elective
surgery for your peace of mind.

I-I'm sorry.

You're right.

I'm just scared, so...

I know.

Come here.
Oh, I'm the one

that's supposed to be supporting
you, not the other way around.

Hey, I'm still your mom.

No matter what.

And
from a mother and daughter...

to a father and son.

Daddy, I just prayed
really hard to God

so now abuela
won't have cancer. Right?

Are you gonna drop the

"you don't believe in God"
bomb now or later?

You know. That's actually not
how it works, buddy.

Just because you prayed

doesn't mean Abuela
won't get sick.

So why do we pray then?
I don't understand.

Your mom always says that
praying gives us strength

to get through hard times.

And this is one
of those hard times.

So if praying makes you
feel strong, like a lion,

then you should
keep doing it.

Will you do it with me?

On my way home with Baby.

Thanks for waiting
for med supply delivery.

Hi. I'm River Fields's
personal assistant.

I'm dropping this off
for Xiomara de la Vega.

I am Xiomara's mother.

Everyone at the office is sorry
to hear about what's happened.

And, uh, Ms. Fields would've
sent this out last week,

but she was still recovering
from her eyebrow reconstruction.

Wait, uh...

Rogelio told
everyone last week?

Yeah, when he called to say
he was pushing production

on the show indefinitely.

And that's when Alba realized

that River Fields
wasn't the only one

who'd suffered
an unfair browbeating.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize

you had pushed the pilot
to be there for Xiomara.

Why didn't you say anything?

Honestly, because
you're not the best secret keeper.

That's not true.

You tell Xiomara everything.

And I didn't want Xiomara

to find out
and feel that pressure.

Isn't that right, Baby?

And my agent was only
calling me earlier

to try to get me
to change my mind,

but I declined.
It wasn't even a choice.

I'm sorry
I lashed out at you.

I shouldn't have done that.

I'm just so
scared for Xiomara

and so angry
that this is happening.

That's what Marisol thought.

And if you need an exceedingly
handsome and firm punching bag,

to take out your anger on,

I'm here for you.

Whatever your need.

I just need or want
my mom to understand

that... a more
aggressive surgery

is scary now,
but in the long run,

- it'll be...
- It's not your job

to make Xo understand
your point of view.

It's your job
to understand hers.

I've been there before...

Had cancer, so I understand
what she's going through.

Whatever you need to do
to process this,

do it and leave your mom
some space for her feelings.

And so, Jane processed,

pouring herself
into her newest work,

the mother-daughter piece,
you'll recall.

I thought this was just gonna be
a quick work meeting.

It's a...

Choice.

Romantic gesture?

Look, honestly,
all these bells and whistles

- creep me out a little.
- Well, good news.

Me, too.

Then why'd you do it?

Well... because...

I just wanted
to get you into bed again.

That's what I thought.

Look, we're not right
for each other.

We're both too manipulative.

You're not my type.

Now, is there anything
about the case

that we need to discuss?

No.

Okay then.

I should go
'cause I have a date.

Ouch.
Great.

Have fun, heh.

I mean, can you believe
she said that?

I'm everyone's type.

I'm sorry it didn't go well.

If I'm not her type,
who is?

Not that I care,
I'm just curious.

You should probably
let it go.

Move!

Where are you going?
Nowhere.

Wait, you're not
following her, are you?

No. Of course not.
Definitely not.

- I have to go.
- Wait, w-where are you going?

Wow, talk
about your bells and whistles.

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Are you stalking me?
- What? No.

I was just
meeting someone.

Same place you were,
evidently.

Okay, fine.
I followed you.

Why would you do that?

Well, because, I guess,
I just wondered

if I'm not your type,
who is your type?

And then next thing I knew,
I was driving after you.

Oh, my God!
This is so not me.

All of it!

I don't obsess
about what I'm wearing

or overanalyze
text messages

or stalk anyone!

I get stalked, I've been
stalked, multiple times.

I mean, I have been
kidnapped twice.

I'm sorry, are you bragging
about being kidnapped?

I don't know what I'm doing.

I have no idea what the hell
is going on with me,

except that I like you.
Okay?

And it's not just
about the sex, clearly.

And... I should go.
Enjoy the rest of your date.

Sorry about this part of it.

Wow. What a wreck.

Hey, bud.
Want to go upstairs

and grab your stuff?

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Um, I just wanted to say
I'm so sorry

that you're going through this.

It's not easy.
I remember.

You know,
I actually forgot

you've been through
cancer too.

Yeah.

Oh, it is a club
you don't want to join.

I don't know about you,
but for me,

it didn't even feel real
at first.

It was like I knew everything
the doctor was saying

and I-I understood
the steps to take,

but I was still
detached somehow.

It feels like I'm
in a movie or something.

It's so stressful,
you know?

To have to make
life-changing decisions

when I'm barely even able
to process my diagnosis.

And luckily, everyone has an
opinion on what you should do.

Exactly.

My advice?

You got to clear out
the noise.

Make room
for your own feelings.

And so, Xo took Raf's advice

and gave herself time
to reflect...

while her daughter wrote.

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Go to sleep ♪

♪ Dream your dreams of me ♪

♪ I'm wishing on ♪

Yeah!

♪ The stars for you ♪

♪ Out our window ♪

♪ That I see ♪

- ♪ Tomorrow you'll wake ♪
- One more button, Mom.

- ♪ for me, here ♪
- Got it.

♪ Hold my hand
As you dream... ♪

You don't have to
have a baby.

I just wanted you to
know that you had a choice,

because having one,
it helps, I think.

♪ Tell you how
I love you so ♪

That's what
makes a good playboy.

You never feel like
you're getting played.

♪ You'll wake to find me... ♪

Now if you don't go have sex
with that obscenely hot

telenovela star, your mother
will never forgive you.

I'm still your mom...

no matter what.

♪ I fell for those eyes... ♪

And suddenly, Xiomara knew

who she needed
to talk to right now.

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ You'll wake to find me ♪

♪ Here ♪

Can we talk?

We can't bother
Mommy, she's writing.

Daddy, can we pray again?

Of course.

And maybe it was the fact

that she had put all her
feelings down on paper,

or maybe it was seeing Rafael
put his own beliefs aside

to help someone he loved...
Or a combination of both...

But, in that moment,
Jane made a choice.

I know I need
to make a choice.

And...

as I've been considering
my decision,

I started thinking
about my life,

and I realized
some things.

And you're the only one
I want to talk about it with.

Really?

You've been leaning
on Jane so much.

I know.

Because that's
what I've always done.

But that's part
of what I realized.

Things are different now.

- I'm different.
- How do you mean?

Well...

For most of my life,
I've been a single mother,

leading with my body.

It's how I attracted men.

It's where most of
my confidence came from.

It's how I defined myself.

And it's hard...

to let those pieces
of me go.

Because it feels
like I'm giving up myself.

But then I realized...

none of what defined me before
defines me now.

I'm a wife.

Your wife.

You are...

my wife.

And if I go through
with the double mastectomy,

my sex appeal may change.

And that's why I wanted to come
to this decision with you,

because even though
it's my body,

it's our life.

Look, I believe sexiness
is a state of mind.

I know.

But, practically...

things will feel
different...

for you, for me.

Can we talk about that?

I would love to.

Which brings us here, now.

Can I talk to you?

I just need you to know

I'm sorry for pushing.

Of course
it's your choice.

My feelings totally
set aside,

whatever you decide,
I am in favor of.

Thanks, hon.

Oh...

And I get it.
I mean,

we've functioned
like a unit for so long,

I turn to you first.

But I have to look
to my husband.

Ma, are you breaking up
with me?

No.

I'm just saying
there are "you and me" things,

and there are
"him and me" things.

And...

Rogelio and I have
come to a decision.

And I've actually decided

to have a single
mastectomy.

We support
your decision, Xiomara.

Absolutely.

Thanks.

So it's time to say
good-bye to my boob.

But not without
a proper send-off,

- a good-bye party.
- I love that.

A bon boob-age party.

- We can make a boob cake.
- With...

my husband.

Right.

Of course,
that is a "you guys" thing.

Uh, I'll just say good-bye
to your boob now.

Bye-bye, boobie.

Good-bye, Leftie.

Tata and I will miss you.

And though I'm sad
to lose you,

I'm grateful for these years

that you have
adorned the chest

of the most magnificent
woman in the world.

And tonight,
I honor you.

I never knew you had
nicknames for my boobs.

Oh, I have many,
many nicknames

because I have thought
about your breasts

for many, many hours.

And I will miss you,

and I love you.

But I love Xiomara more.

What a relief to know that

even when times are hard,

romance is alive and well.

Unless you're Petra.

Are those yoga pants?

Wow, she's really taking
the whole J.R. thing hard.

Okay, that's a new low.

What are you doing here?

I was impressed
back at the restaurant.

Now that is what I call
a romantic gesture.

What about your date?

She wouldn't have driven
into a carwash for me.

Let alone a car.

So, listen,

vulnerable Petra
is way hotter

than ice queen Petra.

I don't need games.

Understood.

I really, really
like you...

a lot.

Yeah.

I got that.

You taste funny.

I might have been eating
pickles in bed.

Um, I'm gonna go
brush my teeth.

Wait.

Okay, then,

these two make quite a pair,
don't they?

Speaking of which...

How was your boob party?

It was everything
I wanted it to be.

Now it's just facing the reality
of surgery tomorrow.

How are you feeling?

Scared.

Me too.

So?

Really, Ma?

It always works.

I don't see how Vicks VapoRub
can help us now.

I know.

All that time
it was just Vicks VapoRub.

It can't hurt.

Uh.

And you're my daughter,

so let me do this
for you. Uhm.

Fine. Go ahead.

But that
didn't make it less magical.

Hey.

Can I get in on some of that
Vivaporú action too?

Is this a "we" thing?

Come.

It really
does make things feel better.

But, unfortunately,

it can't stop evil
from coming.

You know what, friends?
We've been through a lot.

And since we've been
talking choices,

I choose to save this
and soothe us all instead

with a little Vivaporú.

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