My dad was a loving
husband, father, brother, and friend to many.
His entire life he was very cautious about what he ate,
always mindful of both the quantity and quality of food
he consumed. He very much enjoyed his veggies, making a
conscious effort to eat plenty of "cancer-fighting"
foods. His typical day included running 3+ miles at
lunch, with a combination of swimming, treadmill, and
weightlifting at home every evening. He was extremely proud of the fact that
he had never had a cigarette in his
mouth, and only
drank alcohol on occasion in social settings. He
definitely loved his chocolate, but always handled it
with moderation.
He was a very successful executive vice president and
chief actuary for a global reinsurance company. His work
was frequently stressful, but his passion for what he did
always seemed to overcome adversity. He was all the more
passionate about his devotion to his church, and
frequently made a point of volunteering his time and
talents to helping those less fortunate. Always one to
live life to its fullest, he frequently traveled, played
bridge and poker with his friends, enjoyed going out with
dinner groups and to the movies... he simply worked hard
and played hard!
His behaviors and lifestyle were the ideal picture of an
active, healthy adult... or so you would think.
Then in May of 2002, at the very young age of 54, a
colonoscopy led to the discovery that he had stage-4
colon cancer. Unfortunately his employer had stopped
requiring yearly physicals just a few years prior, and he
had even previously undergone a couple of sigmoidoscopies
(which do not allow for viewing of the upper colon where
his cancer was). At the point he was diagnosed, the
doctors suspected he had the cancer for at least two
years.
Please understand, he had no symptoms, and no family history of colon cancer!
He underwent chemotherapy, and looked for new or
experimental drug trials, but none were available.
Unfortunately, a mere six months after being diagnosed,
600+ people attended his funeral.
Should he have eaten differently? Should he have been
exercising even more? Was his job too stressful? The sad
and scary part is... we will never know. All we do know
is that if the cancer had been detected sooner, my dad
could still be here. Early detection is the only possible
key to successfully treating and beating this horrific
disease.
I beg you... talk with your doctor, commit to regular
check-ups, and make your health a priority.