Without having consciously had the thought before the words came out of my mouth, I turned to my partner and said, “There is something wrong with my body. I need to find out what it is.” My mother knew there was something wrong with her body. She went to her doctor and told him about all kinds of symptoms that concerned her. Over several visits, he never really listened to her. He thought she was a hypochondriac. She died four years later, at the age of fifty-three. She had colon cancer, a very treatable cancer if detected early.
