ABSTRACT
My body had betrayed me. Big time. Not just once, but twice. First, with lung
cancer and, second, by getting celiac disease. If the goal was to suggest the need
for me to make some lifestyle changes, the cancer got my full attention, but
threatening my life seemed like a rather extreme way to make such a demand.
Perhaps this could be the premise for a new reality TV program called “Extreme
Terminal Illness Makeover.” Or is it redundant to use the words “extreme” and
“terminal” in the same title?
