Claustrophobia was setting in fast. Nancy needed some space to deal with all of this. Nobody would've blamed her for running away -the only problem is she didn't know where to go. No matter where she chose to run, the pain would be there too. She could get a new job, change her hair color, even move to a warmer climate but her diagnosis would be unaffected.
Nancy was struck with the startling reality that her life was no longer her own.
In the back of all our minds exists a small notion that there's more to this life than we give credit to. Our own abilities make for a good distraction until the circumstances of life overcome them. When we "lose control" we haven't really lost anything -we're just handing our life back over to something bigger than ourselves. Words cannot adequately describe what it's like to be in the passenger seat of your own life.
For Nancy running was no longer something she did twice a week for her health - now she was running to survive.