Cancer. The big C. So I guess I have figured out that I don't have to be afraid of dying every time I get in my car. I no longer feel like someone just pointed a shotgun at my neck when I have to swerve to avoid a head-on or have a near miss in high-speed traffic. Now it just feels like another life threat, but one of the type I can do something about. Like swimming instead of drowning or swerving instead of doing a dash implant. This other, new kind of life threat, now there's an unsolvable problem.