Anxious Three Ways To Get Out Of Panic Mode
It’s midnight and I’m convinced I’ll be dead of a brain tumor by first light. How I even know about brain tumors is a mystery. I’m six years old and no one in my small world has ever had one. Still, I’m panicking, gulping at the air, trembling beneath the covers. My mother tries to hold me and talk me down, but I’m too far gone to be comforted. Finally, near tears herself, she phones an old family friend who happens to be a world-famous neurosurgeon....