#manjunk

I have cancer. That statement looks pretty scary, but it's actually not that big of a deal. Cancer has decades of killing on its side, and it's built a brand that evokes fear and sadness wherever it goes. But I'm lucky. I have prostate cancer. That's 100% curable. People who have other types of cancer probably look at prostate cancer patients with a "Pfft. that's not real cancer. If all I had was prostate cancer, I could cut it out with a rusty pocket knife." I will be getting radiation treatment for the next several weeks. Not the heavy stuff that you might have seen friends go through, or that Walt on Breaking Bad encountered. I've got it easy. I won't be losing my hair, I won't be puking during client meetings, and I won't be cooking meth. They plan on zapping my groin area with a few seconds of daily radioactive magic. And this will kill the cancer. I'll also assume that it'll make my junk grow to envious proportions - but the doctor has made no guarantees in this department. Why am I sharing this?

1. Because that's what social media is for. I'd be willing to bet that at least three of the people that have read this have gone through exactly what I'm going through. We can be mancancer buddies. 2. If you're a dude, you should get your prostate checked. It's not glamorous - but it could save your life. 3. It's an opportunity to do some good. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer in the best month ever - #Movember. The only month designated with a hashtag, that celebrates mancancer with mustaches. So I'm asking you to give. Coincidentally, my friends Greg Privett and Lana Waites have a team that's promising to kick cancer in the balls. I'm asking that you give a little green to help them do this.  Why would you give?

My cancer is not a big deal, because plenty of people like you have given in the past. Research and advancements have been made that have allowed me to suffer a few weeks of inconvenience in exchange for a healthy long life. And stuff like that takes money to keep moving. So give a little. Give a lot. Give till it hurts your prostate. (Girls, you can give until your girl parts hurt.) I'll keep everyone updated, and as always, share my experience via Instagram, FourSquare, Twitter, Snapchat or whatever feels right at the moment.  So tell cancer that we're not scared anymore. And then let the world prepare for a giant, radioactive manjunk invasion.

(via Let's Take Off Our Pants and Cuddle cross stitch by MANJUNK)

"You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else." - Albert Einstein