What I learned from my mother, who happens to be an oncologist: Freaky-sized moles are to be removed, nitrate-packed deli meat is suspect, and above all, hit a tanning bed and you're speed dialing the Grim Reaper. "Do you know what that'll do to you?" I barked at one college friend, after she confessed to having her skin professionally seared in high school. My annoying lecturing wasn't limited to just the occasional tanning-salon customer. "You need an SPF of... More >>>