Everyone has cancer. One time I worked for a company called M-- M-- (I can't really say it here) assembling beaded ceiling fan pulls in my home using aluminum wire that I was supposed to only handle with gloves. Problem is, the things looked prettier if you pushed the metal with a bare thumb, and we all know I'm a sucker for a pretty curve and/or design. I made $200 (piece work, at .60 a pop, picture Bjork in "Dancer in the Dark") there in my total time I think, and now probably have cancer in addition to my brand new (handy?) metal-working skill(s).