I've made my own assumption, which I realized about ten days ago - I'm high risk. No rhyme, no reason. But why? Maybe I'm just cautious, or perhaps it's my family history of certain cancers. Or maybe, it's that night I had dinner with a friend, just hours before the ER's shocking discovery, which internalized a sense of the precipice in me; we should all take our chances, and make the most of them, but we should never assume a second one.