One night, about 6 years ago, I got a call from my dad with bad news.
“Your sister has breast cancer.”
“What?! How is that even possible? She’s the healthy one in the family!”
In fact, my older sister was the only one who ate salads, exercised daily, and looked slim. The rest of us enjoyed junk food, laziness, and looked like the Michelin Man. That phone call put my health into focus for the first time in my life, because if my sister (“the healthy one”) could get sick, then it really could happen to anyone.Read More