Posted 4/17/2016 6:03 PM (GMT 0)
The opportunity presented itself so I took it.
There were a number of people ahead of me a few days ago while I was waiting in the check-out line at my supermarket to buy my groceries. It turned out that I had lined up immediately behind a couple about my age (60-ish), who were having an animated conversation which I couldn't help but overhear.
WIFE: You can't deny it, Bill. Bob just found out he's got prostate cancer. You need to at least start thinking about it yourself.
HUSBAND: I'm sorry for Bob, he's my brother and all that, but I've always been a lot healthier than him anyway, so I'm not worried, and it's just his bad luck.
WIFE: But he is your brother, and they say that this kind of cancer can run in families.
HUSBAND: I told you, I feel fine, and I'm not going to worry about it.
At this point I knew I could have just kept my mouth shut, and said nothing. I realized that if I did say something to them, standing there behind them as a complete stranger, I might well have gotten the thank-you-sir-but-it's-really-none-of-your-business response.
But they seemed like good, sincere people, so I went ahead and spoke out:
ME: Excuse me, sir, ma'am, but that's true, you know. Prostate cancer actually does run in families, and if one brother gets it, the chances do increase that another brother will also.
They both then turned to me, both a little surprised, I could sense, at my comment, but almost immediately the wife then said "Well that's what I've been trying to get through to my husband here, that since his brother has got it, he needs to think about it himself."
The wife then started talking on a bit about the need for her husband to consider his options, while the husband was eyeing me, perhaps not unexpectedly, with a look somewhere between curiosity and suspicion.
WIFE: Did you hear what this nice man said, dear, you shouldn't just ignore it.
HUSBAND (turning to me): What are you , sir, a doctor or something?
ME: No, but I was diagnosed and treated for prostate cancer myself five years ago, and so far I seem to be doing okay. .
That comment seemed to put aside any remaining discomfort on the part of the husband, and he started talking himself, and then the three of us had a quick but I hope useful conversation for the next few minutes or so, until the line moved up to where they began checking out their groceries.
In that short time I simply emphasized that a large number of men about our age do have it, but it's usually a treatable cancer, and it's really a very good idea to be checked for it. I also tried to maintain as positive a tone as possible as I talked, hoping that would make a difference. The husband did indeed hear me out, at least.
By this time they had checked out and were in the process of leaving, when the wife turned back and said to me "Thank you so much, sir, for talking to us" and then to her husband, "See? I told you it's something you need to think about!" He then just said "Hmphh! Interesting!" in a somewhat undecipherable tone, somewhere between amusement and skepticism I guess, and the two of them then moved on.
So maybe it did some good the other day, talking to them like that, as a total bystander. I hope so. I'll never know of course what action, if any, the husband may be taking, possibly with his wife reminding him, perhaps repeatedly, "Remember what that nice man in the supermarket said?"
But at least I have the satisfaction of knowing that I tried to help, and may even have made a difference.
So, if you were standing in line in a similar situation, and overheard the people in front of you talking similarly, would you offer to talk to them? Who knows, they might really turn out to be very interested in what you would have to say, and it might quite possibly make a difference in their situation.