I have a mother who has always been extremely anxious about pretty much everything. Perhaps this, together with my own very rational character, is what makes me react so slowly to unexpected events in my life, to the point where I worry, at times, that my lack of dramatic, intense responses might be a sign of some emotional deficit, but in the end that’s simply the way I am, and I like myself just fine. Having smoked for many years (I stopped 7-8 years ago, by which time I was up to two packs of cigarettes a day), cancer was always on my mind. Sometimes,…
