A Commitment to Self-Preservation
A year ago, I attended the funeral of a close friend. The 44-year-old former college athlete appeared to be the picture of health. But it took just four short, painful months from the day he received a diagnosis of inoperable cancer to witness a brilliant life snuffed out in its prime. If the disease had been detected sooner, he would likely still be among the living. But his fate was unfortunately sealed because he’d refused to get a single medical exam in more than 15 years.
