It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Manitoba. Little chilly, little bit of snow, but all in all not a bad relaxing day. Now sadly part of trying to stay happy is keeping myself healthy. I’ll tell you about more of it later but I didn’t really plan on living past 60 and here I am 65. Still working part time and still enjoying a good amount of physical activities. So part of having to be healthy and not have cancer like my immediate family all died of, is to do some shitty work. One of tasks I completed this weekend, and I’m very proud of myself for doing so. It is the horrific, totally insane, oh my god, event of picking at my shit with a stick and putting it into a little container envelope thingy and sending it away so they can make sure I don’t have colon cancer. So yeah, you take the stinky shit that fell out of your ass. You proceed to pick at it with the stick. (Yes they provide little mini tongue depressor sticks.) Next you have to smear a piece of shit onto this little envelope thing. You must take shit samples from each of two “sections” of your shit. Now do this each day for three days. Seal it up and send it away. Postage paid because no one wants to go to the post office and buy a stamp for shit. In a little while ColonCheck Manitoba will contact my doctor with the results.

Cancer Care Manitoba

https://www.cancercare.mb.ca/screening/colon

When I wasn’t happy I didn’t really care if I got sick because in a lot of ways I didn’t care if I was here or not. Now I wanna be here for the important things. Things like my kids getting older and my grandkids falling in love, graduations, great grandchildren. And the world just being so beautiful and being able to see as much of it as I can! So to have that, I must pick at my shit with a dip stick. It’s worth it.