Hereditary Colon Cancer Takes Guts

Pity is usually available only in short supply in my family. We’re very much a “Life’s hard…Wear a helmet” group of people. That’s not to say that we don’t care for each other, because we definitely do…we just don’t see any point in sitting on the ground, looking at a skinned elbow, and lamenting the fact that we fell. My mom used to tell me that the only thing crying does is ‘make your eyes red and nose snotty.’ Some call it ‘tough love.’ Some call it ‘the school of hard knocks.” 

As a kid,...