I am old enough to remember when the Surgeon General released his report in the 1960s on the deadly consequences of smoking. My boss at the time, a Ph.D. and Professor of Sociology, strolled into work one morning and said, "I've just read the Surgeon General's report, and it scared me so bad I've given up reading." I honor that position. Whatever stance we take, to know or not to know, it's an individual choice. One of my favorite writers, the elegant essayist, famous for his National Book Award winner THE LIVES OF A CELL, was a pathologist, tops in his field. He wrote that he never attempted to diagnose himself and never questioned anything his caregivers prescribed. His physical body was their area of expertise, and he just didn't want to know the details. One of my dear friends, a very bright woman, told me, "I don't want more choices; I want fewer choices!" I honor those who choose to not choose. I often wish I would relieve myself from the stress of choices. But alas! My curiosity always gets the better of me. Some of us are sensitive to very little and others are sensitive to absolutely everything. If worry is what makes you sick, then I support your decision to find the best caregivers available and turn yourself over to them. As for me and those like me, I am so thankful for all the resources now available to help us decide what our bodies and minds most need for health. Sometimes that's a decision to take one drug instead of another, or a vitamin pill instead of a drug, or maybe to find another doctor -- or even just to wait and see.