Jimi's brother learned yesterday that a good friend of his has been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. The guy is my age, give or take a couple years in either direction. I asked Jimi what kind of cancer - "everything cancer", he said, "Lung, liver, colon. It's everywhere." So he must have been in a lot of pain and having a lot of health troubles for a while, right? "No. He had blood in his stool and went to have it checked. They found it on the CT scan."
I don't know this guy, but I met him once, in passing, as he was leaving Jason's house. He had his five-year-old son with him - it was his boy's birthday, and they were spending the day together doing "men things". It was obvious that his son was the light of his world, and that, in his son's eyes, he'd hung the moon.
I'm wondering how receptive my doc would be if I called him up and was all, "Um, Dr. R, think maybe you could schedule me for a full-body CT and/or MRI? Just for shits and giggles? Just to make sure?"
Do doctors do that?
I hate cancer. Fuck cancer.