We are all pre-cancerous.

Don't think of organ donations as giving up part of yourself to keep a total stranger alive. It's really a total stranger giving up almost all of themselves to keep part of you alive.

So I went to the doctor's and he said, 'You've got hypochondria.' I said, 'Not that as well!'

The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.

Hope your labial carcinoma clears up soon. Funny, I'd for some time been trying to lick into shape an aphorism along the lines of, 'Every hypochondriac picks a winner in the end.'