Oh, yeah, btdt. Senior year, my step-daughter became convinced that she had a brain tumor, totally freaked out one night while out with her boyfriend, he took her to the ER, she got lockjaw and became limp-legged. A $1200 cat scan later, the dr told her it was all in her head--that she was not dieing, and that she needed to grow up. Of course, that's what I'd been saying all along, but what did I know? She was just terrified of going off to college (and I'm sure leaving the boyfriend had something to do with it, too).
Now she's a sophomore in college and seems to be fine. No more cat scans, at least!
This may seem mean, but