The spotlights are dimming, and she needs the lime light. She's addicted to it. A week with her mother who had a stroke, and her protest is more important.
She craves the attention, she feeds on it, and the slightest threat of losing that attention is going to send her into previously unexplored depths of kooky-ville.
I think one or all of the Ditzy Chicks lives nearby. She can get advice from them on what to do when the engine flames out and you go into an uncontrollable tailspin into the ash heap of history. Cindy might be disappointed to find out the solution consists of eating a lot of chocolate and drinking a lot of marguaritas.
(Denny Crane: "Sometimes you can only look for answers from God and failing that... and Fox News".)