There are no coincidences in life. If god knows us better than our spouses, our parents, then he knew my stubborn husband with the stressing diesel mechanic job with insurance would never go see a doctor on his own. An "if it ain't broke" guy to a T. He was laid off from his job, and began to get abdominal pain, thinking it was lactose intolerance he changed his diet and cut out alcohol. Better but still dull ache. Caused enough concern that again, god knew if he went on my insurance (which he did) he would get routine bloodwork done. Knowing full well that if those results were bad he'd be in the doctors office. 5 months from then and today we were finally told, after an ultrasound, 2 CT scans and a PET scan its stage 4 metastatic CRC the mets to the liver.
Chemo is next week after putting in a port, fluflox? Any encouragement? Keep me away from Google please!