Am I Sick? When you sat in your chair and felt relaxed on your Saturday morning, nothing particularly got in your mind and one of your hands might unconsciously move around. But suddenly, you felt that there was something wrong. Your hand touched your neck by accident, and under your fingers, there was a node just as small as a bean. It drew all your attention immediately and your heart seemed brought up to your throat. You used your index finger pulp carefully press on the right of your neck, then with your middle finger. Both fingers released to you the same information that it was there, a small soft bean-like alien settling under the skin of your right neck. You couldn’t wait to touch the left side of your neck, but it was unusually smooth. You were overwhelmed by your discovery，“Is that a signal of cancer? Am I dying?” Looking around your room and your toddle daughter who was playing in the corner, you felt that your tears had already filled in your eyes. Life is pretty good and you just start a good life after years of efforts. You thought of your loved partner and your parents, what would be for them if you died? And the process of dying though was scary! All kinds of thoughts occupied your mind, and now sitting in your chair you were petrified. It seemed all you could do was to wait to be sentenced when you went to see a doctor. Is this a joke? No, it happened to Xia, a middle school teacher. She called me on Monday morning and asked me to bring her to see a senior doctor, since I work in hospital. When we met, she told me about her worries. She didn’t sleep very well for the last two days since she might have developed a cancer. If she hadn’t told me her worries, I would have never known that she was a worrier. She is a young good-looking woman, with a smile always playing around her fresh face. In fact, she looks healthier than I am! I walked her to my old unit while comforting her. I once worked in a surgical unit. Doctor Z was in office. After having checked her neck, he said, “Nothing is wrong but a small lymph node there. Have you got a tooth problem?” Xia shook her head, “No, but my skin on the shoulder has some infection.” Z examined the involved skin and explained to her how an infection like this could induce the reaction of our lymphatic system. It was not a cancer and there was nothing needed to be worried. Xia thanked me for my help and left hospital. I thought she should have felt relieved. However, I got her call again next morning. She was still somewhat worried and she wished to see another senior doctor. If both doctors said it was alright, then it should be alright. Could be any chance of misdiagnose of her case? This time, I brought her to see the dean in another surgical unit. The dean is a senior doctor and a woman. She went on the same procedure as Z did. She told Xia,“There is muscle there. You might touch the muscle.” Juan insisted,“No, here.” She guided my colleague G’s hand moved on her neck. G checked carefully and said,“There is a small lymph node there. No worries! You see, if you touch a small lump, two things need to be remembered. One is to check it is fixed or you can move it; the other thing is to see if it is soft or solid. If the lump is a soft one and it is moveable, usually, it’s not a bad one.” My colleague noticed that Xia seemed not be convinced and she directed Xia’s fingers to touch her somewhere on the back of her neck,“Can you feel it? I have one which is both bigger and harder than yours.” I could see the tension on Xia’s face finally disappeared, “Yes, you have one! So it’s not a cancer! Ok, now I am relieved.”