Hello, all. After months of zero panic-level anxiousness (ie floating/pit-of-stomach/dissasociated feelings) and only very occasional "buzzy" feelings (ie persistent underlying anxiousness/need to get away), my anxiety has, over the last few days started to flare up again. Today I have spun myself into a panic-level suffering (although I've not yet had a full panic attack). I have not taken any meds (I am cleared to take them, I just haven't decided to take that step) and ran out of my emergency supply of Ativan long ago. The relevant aspects of my situation are as follows - I am a month away from turning 40 and am very very satisfied with my life in many respects. Financially, relationship with my wife, everything really has gone very well for us - particularly recently. In fact, it has occurred to me that we have had so many successes that a "shoe may be about to drop" - no doubt that is my severe anxiety talking to me. My biggest fear relates to my health as I lost my father to an incredibly rare form of cancer when he was 51. But he was diagnosed at 43. Without getting too graphic about it, the nature of his cancer was in his sacrum. I have developed some soreness in my rear end lately after sitting for long periods (and occasionally have a sore lower back). I also think I may have a hemorrhoid (I don't know - never had one - but when I touch it it gets sore). No other symptoms - no changes in any function, no bleeding, no pain, swelling. The other day I had a fairly difficult meeting at work that made me "buzzy" and now, a few days later I am full on anxious and my brain is fixating on my rear end. So of course, I googled it (always a bad move) and now my brain is telling me tonight that I have a huge undiscovered tumor in my body and I'm doomed because the symptoms for this type of cancer are soreness from siting and lower back pain. Its so predictable. Now I am sitting here, nauseous, in a cold sweat, fixating on all of the symptoms that I may or may not have that are consistent with this cancer and I have already lined up a local Colon/Rectal surgeon that I am going to call first thing in the morning (to see if I can get in for an exam - which will likely require a needle which is my second biggest/phobia-level fear). My anxiety is taking me through all doomsday worst case scenarios an playing the movies of my doomed future in my head (including coming back here and later posting that it WAS a tumor!) and its just horrific. My poor beautiful wife doesn't know what to do for me. I mostly just wanted to type this out to share my experience and also to see if typing it out would help me feel differently. My brain has served me so well in so many ways but this is a terrible thing to suffer from. Any ideas/perspectives?