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Algona, IA | So I'm sure this has been preached before on here, but I always think it's good to reiterate.
Back in late April of this year, I was working for a cattleman out in SoDak where I go to college. Windy day working cattle in an old barn, cows were skittish. Found out the hard way that a young, overconfident cowboy isn't much match for a herd of spooked heifers- They hit like a truck, as I'm sure most of you probably know. I played it off like most farmers- picked myself up and dusted myself off and finished the day- admittedly pretty banged up but nothing broken. About 2 weeks went by and I still hurt like a son of a gun in my groin- pretty sure I had gotten stepped on there in the shuffle so I decided to go to the doc. Got the turn-and-cough treatment and the doc was a little suspicious, so I got an Ultrasound that same day. I knew when the doc called me at 5:30 (on his birthday no less) that I wasn't going to like the news. It was Cancer.
Ended up having surgery a week or so later, and the surgeon said all was caught early. I'd like to think that spooked heifer ran me over with the best of intentions in her mind.
Six months later, happy to report that I'm still in remission- no chemo since the cancer was caught early. Take my experience and if something doesn't FEEL right, it probably isn't. There's only one of you, make sure you're in good shape. | |
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Go to the Doctor!
