Marion Cunningham

In my family, we were all terrified of being sickly. My mother had tuberculosis as a child and so we were brought up on castor oil, and government pamflets. I was a hypochondriac at 45, an insomniac. I went to the library to look up "anxiety neurosis." I gave up alcohol and got migraines. Now that I am older and somewhat wiser, when I have a pain I know that it means I am alive.
-Marion Cunningham