Cowden Syndrome, you scare me.

When it comes to disease, there’s something to be said for dealing with something when you were a baby, thinking it’s gone for twenty years, and then learning that it’s a thing twenty years later. It’s very, very traumatic and I can’t wait until I have health care and can have a therapist. It’s made to mess with you in a way that’s more of a mindmess than, say, a childhood diagnosis of diabetes - something that’s traumatic and then you have to deal with it. Better that, maybe, then twenty years of assuming you’re fine.

I suppose I will start a blog about The Pursuit of Healthiness: mentally and physically.