How preposterous is it to wallow in one’s own misery, misery that is not particularly painful or particularly acute? How preposterous is it to contemplate self-pity when others have clearly got it much worse. Does any one cancer register in the grand scheme of things? Does it deserve any attention, even from the patient, when children die of hunger or cities of millions are quarantined to contain a poorly characterized but rapidly spreading virus?I’m not particularly driven towards introspection, but sometimes I think more questions...