Chris Dodd announced he had prostate cancer last Friday. When Tom Monahan wrapped up a live interview with Dodd at 5 and tossed it back to me, I heard Dodd say, “And tell Gerry to get checked, too.”
I have, and I’ll go you one better, Senator. I’ve had a biopsy. When my PSA count went up, my doctor sent me to a specialist, who recommended the biopsy.
Next thing I knew, I was on my side, and some guy was shooting a gun up my butt. Ten times. It was not pleasant. It was not unpleasant. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t hurt. Let’s call it a “new experience.”
The man did not acknowledge he knew who I was, and didn’t say more than, “Hello.” Until he was done. As he left the room, I heard, “See you at six.” Cracked me up. As it turned out, all was well. But it’s something to keep an eye on.
The message? C’mon guys, get a physical and get checked. If you’re not a guy, get on your guy’s ass to get it done. (Pun intended.) Prostate cancer is no way to die.