I honestly think that television adverts in the US are a big cause of my hypochondria. I was running in the gym, watching a trashy cheerleader-movie, feeling quite good about life, when it changes to a commercial and a man wreathed in smoke talks about a woman who had a stomach ache and died of pancreatic cancer three months later. The advert was trying to drum up funds for a cure, and so I felt guilty about being so angry at it, but . . . REALLY, don't they know what adverts like that do to people like me? Don't they know the hours of anxiety and fear that they cause?
Fortunately, I have none of the risk factors and none of the symptoms, so I'm not worried about it any longer, but still . . . !