I suspect the cancer was here a long time ago. I had ten to twelve bloody stools a day, but my doctor missed the cancer in the fall 2007 colonoscopy.
But when I moved to L.A., leaving my car behind me, I started to ride city buses and trains to work and back. Every bus ride made me feel I was being anally raped by a jackhammer. I didn't realize the problem was not with the bus... until later.
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