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And naturally, I do the sensible thing and turn this incredible discomfort into a Tumblr post. In the past couple of hours my mind has gone from contemplating pancreatic cancer (with recollections of the deaths of Steve Jobs and Patrick Schwyze, natch), to numerous tumors and assorted forms of terminal diseases. (Yes, I will go to the ...