shivermetimbers -> RE: Preventive Measures (6/13/2008 9:38:22 AM)
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ORIGINAL: mistoferin There are a lot of things that can kill you that don't have any symptoms at all until it's too late. Cervical, breast and colon cancer are a few of them. What's my opinion? Anyone who doesn't get such testing done and justifies it with reasons like humiliation is a fool. How humiliated do you think you might feel if they have to remove your breasts for no reason other than you waited too long....or when you wake up with that colostomy bag hanging off your side....or even worse, when you are lying there dying from the most treatable cancer with the highest rate of cure to date? And insurance has nothing to do with it. Most cities have clinics that offer those tests free of charge or for very low cost. Sometimes talking about those "embarrassing" tests with others who have been there done that got the t-shirt is helpful. I am part of a golf league, and one of the few people under the age of 50. After a round of golf, and at the watering hole, one guy said he wouldn't be there next week, he had to go for his colonoscopy. Which brought about tales of the procedure from all the other guys that had it done. Then age got discussed, and eventually it started to turn towards us "younger" guys. As I was the oldest of the under 50 crew, the league members said they are going to have a "coming out party" for me when I hit 50 soon, to celebrate being inducted into "the club". Grown men sharing camaraderie over having a camera shoved up their butts is funny, but at the same time, the stigma of that coming day is long gone, and when it's my turn to "join the club" I'll treat it with the same humor they all did. Hearing from others, especially those who had something detected, and taken care of right away, is a positive experience to carry when the day comes that I'm drinking go litely all night, and getting a camera run up my pooper the next day. It won't seem so bad afterall. It's cliche, I know, but an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Or to be more crass, a couple quarts of laxative and the crapper cam is worth not having to shit in a bag or be the man of honor at a funeral.
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