My sister in Canada is regularly reduced to giggles at our idea of "snow" = where she lives anything less than several feet is considered trivial, come to think of it, the Germans and Scandinavians I know are the same.
I know I have become a wuss since moving to the soft south - never missed a day off school in Scotland even in the winter of (was it?) 1963 when we had 20ft drifts for weeks on the A7. Mind you I wasn't driving then and like most children for me snow meant sledging, snowballs,snowmen and fun!
To go through chemo therapy or choose not to?
