Feelings, nothing more than...

A slight change in blog direction for this post.

I had been talking a lot recently about various websites and approaches as regards drugs and diet therapy.
This post will be a little more about feelings...and for a man, isn't this supposed to represent a more fearsome approach than the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune?

Let's see!

Some of you might know that my father died of cancer a number of years ago. It started out as bowel cancer and spread. From which point, for a few years, I was checking what I'd left behind in the toilet bowl and on the toilet paper in case there were any tell-tale signs.

It almost goes without saying (and indeed, you might wish I'd kept it that way...) that one day I spotted some blood on the toilet tissue.
Logically speaking, the colour (bright pink/red) wouldn't suggest anything cancerous at all, but when you've got into a bit of a cycle about these things (checking for symptoms), it's all too easy to force 'evidence' to fit a diagnosis.

Anyway, long story short, I got checked out and was told I had hemorrhoids. Which of course was a blessing, although the digital probing and air inflation of my lower intestical tract is a sensation I think I shall remember for the rest of my life.