Some nights, which are unpredictable to say the least, my old-souled mutt, Otis, sleeps on the guest bed in my room. He hasn’t been the same since my dad passed, and I am painfully aware of his change in character. He’s nervous, anti-social and desperate for attention at times.
So heartbreakingly true.
Proud of you kiddo…
I just discovered a few weeks ago that March in colorectal awareness month, something I never paid attention to until now. A sad coincidence in that almost a year ago today, the day before his 46th birthday, my dad Tom Noble was diagnosed with colon cancer.
Colon cancer screenings aren’t covered by insurance until the age of 50. The mark set for when you need to start looking out for the disease. However, I’ve heard too many stories of people in their 20s, 30s, 40s dying from colon cancer. Colon cancer is known as the silent killer, often asymptomatic until the final stages. My dad’s cancer was detected at stage four, he was only able to get one round of chemo in before he passed away. Two months after his diagnosis, not ever a fair fight for life. The doctors said that the cancer had been in his system at least 10 years and my mind can’t help but wonder if he would still be here today had he been screened earlier on. Cancer discriminates against no one. My dad had always been an exceedingly healthy, strong person. He was even out mountain biking up until his final admittance to the hospital. I urge you, please get screened. I wouldn’t wish cancer on my worst enemy and will do everything in my power to prevent another story like ours. Please pass this on.