The World Health Organization has announced that cell phone use can increase possible cancer risk. I received this news alert on my iPad right after I returned home from a last-minute appointment with the oncologist. I reacted like any newbie paranoid cancer patient would: I ate a bowl of mac and cheese and three chicken nuggets and took a trip to Amazon.com. I ordered headests for each of our cell phones.
I certainly don't want a brain tumor on top of leukemia. The article also mentioned product advisories that state you shouldn't be in direct contact with the device when it's transmitting data. So does that mean I should put on gloves before hitting send on an email on my Blackberry or using my iPad? Can you get tumors in your hands? I need to do more research.
Cell phones are just one more item on my new worry list. I am now concerned about artificial sweeteners, the radon level in my basement (despite Ryan's insistence that ours is at an acceptable level), contamination of our drinking water, organic vs. non-organic fruits and veggies, and Katelyn falling off the bed. Her favorite book right now is Eight Little Monkeys. She imitates the doctor by wagging her finger and says a slurred version of "No more monkeys jumping on the bed." I'm afraid next she'll imitate the monkeys falling off the bed. Now that I'm thinking about it, I should have gotten her a helmet on Amazon while I was ordering the headsets. I might just do that when I finish writing this.
Before my diagnosis, I was moderately paranoid, but not like this. "Cancer" is scary, and it's even scarier when it's your family's reality instead of an abstract possibility.
I certainly don't want a brain tumor on top of leukemia. The article also mentioned product advisories that state you shouldn't be in direct contact with the device when it's transmitting data. So does that mean I should put on gloves before hitting send on an email on my Blackberry or using my iPad? Can you get tumors in your hands? I need to do more research.
Cell phones are just one more item on my new worry list. I am now concerned about artificial sweeteners, the radon level in my basement (despite Ryan's insistence that ours is at an acceptable level), contamination of our drinking water, organic vs. non-organic fruits and veggies, and Katelyn falling off the bed. Her favorite book right now is Eight Little Monkeys. She imitates the doctor by wagging her finger and says a slurred version of "No more monkeys jumping on the bed." I'm afraid next she'll imitate the monkeys falling off the bed. Now that I'm thinking about it, I should have gotten her a helmet on Amazon while I was ordering the headsets. I might just do that when I finish writing this.
Before my diagnosis, I was moderately paranoid, but not like this. "Cancer" is scary, and it's even scarier when it's your family's reality instead of an abstract possibility.
