Some of you know this, but I might as well clarify. About a month ago one of my lymph nodes swelled up to the size of a walnut. Under normal circumstances this isn’t a problem- we all know our lymphnodes go nuts when we’re sick… except I wasn’t. We’re all familiar with the twisted paths our mind can wander when panic sets in, and I wasn’t an exception. Lymphoma, Hodgkin’s Disease, you name it- I was suddenly forced to stare into that black abyss of uncertainty, the eradication of my identity upon death before my time.