She kept eating this cake hoping that nothing happened. And by hoping that, she was already afraid that something would happen.
So when she got this terminal disease, she blamed it all on the cake, although she knew that she couldn’t be sure, no one could be sure whether it had been the cake or anything else. The sad truth is that our bodies have a life of their own, invisible and uncontrollable, because otherwise we would be able to control our lives, who knows, to the extent that we could even eliminate death. But since we don’t, all that was left for her to do was pray to God to spare her and give her a few more years or at least a few more moments. Because God is cake and cake is God, each equally powerful at their given moment.