Last night, in typical form, I whined to Kyrie that I think I have armpit cancer. In truth, and as she said, it’s probably just a swollen lymph node. (Take note, that I said “probably.”) In the past I’ve also had knee cancer, toe cancer, ear cancer, leg cancer, and back cancer.
Today, I checked my spam folder. In it was a message whose subject read, “Are you a hypochondriac?”
I didn’t open it as I was worried about viruses and discovering new strains of cancer.
