How big do the consequences have to be to speak of risk? Is it a matter of life and death or just my material security? Is it about the possibility of landing on my behind? Is something risky if it’s just stupid?
Tag: <span>Risk</span>
Not a chance.
Six meters of asphalt.
Twenty cars in one minute.
Five Trucks, two RVs, a motorcycle.
How can five small pills be so powerful?
The fear I felt before I took my first low dose of a chemotherapy drug was real. I felt very nervous, had read up on it, had researched it mercilessly. The internet, as always, helped me to picture all kinds of horror scenarios in my head. The printed list of potential side effects that came with the medication didn’t help much either: Possible death. I chuckled when I read it out loud. My husband didn’t think it was humorous at all.