Alright already...

I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, and I'm sure they'll pooh-pooh my symptoms and tell me I have a virus and to go away. And I'll be annoyed at the waste of my time and money. But I've sneezed about a thousand times today, so it seems my symptoms are getting worse.

Just want to make sure I don't have lung cancer.

How sad is Dana Reeve's death? 44 years old. God.
Actually, the first thing I thought of was her son, who's now lost both parents.

That was my biggest fear, after my dad died (I was 8), that something would happen to my mom. I was completely freaked out when she had to have surgery for uterine fibroids, and I was 19 by then.
Then again, I know she was freaked out, because the first words out of her mouth after she woke up were,"Are they malignant?"

I can't imagine what Will Reeve must be going through now.