"The road of by and by leads to the house of never."
- Spanish proverb
Former Georgia Congresswoman Cynthia Tucker has written a thoughtful tribute to her father. He died of colon cancer in 1984 at the age of 57. I can identify with many of the things Cynthia writes about the disease that took him from her, for I lost my own father to colon cancer in 1984. He was 66. I was also diagnosed with this disease in 1998, but am now in remission thanks to drugs that were not available to cancer patients in 1984.
Cynthia expresses regret that her dad's cancer was not discovered earlier:
"...had he undergone regular colonoscopies starting at age 50, it's quite likely his life...would have been spared. Colon cancer is among those rare malignancies in which early detection usually ensures a cure."
The same was true of my father. By the time he experienced symptoms, it was too late. The cancer had spread to his lungs and did its deadly work in less than two months from the time his affliction was recognized. Earlier detection might have given him a chance of survival, but Pop was not one to see a doctor unless he was "really sick," and in his case, that was hardly ever. Getting a colonoscopy never entered his mind. Even today, most people view this test as uncomfortable and inconvenient, and put it off for as long as they can. Ms. Tucker elaborates:
"I have friends with a family history of colo-rectal cancer who have had to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to their screening tests...And I'll admit that I didn't greet my first colonoscopy with a champagne toast."
If you're over 50 and haven't been screened, pick up the phone and make an appointment. Don't wait until you have symptoms or pain. I had none, and the cancer had already spread to my lymph nodes. My doctor's insistence that I have the test saved my life. Enough said?
