100% true story.
Many years ago, the manchild's father and I were seperated, but not divorced yet. He casually mentioned a knot under his arm that hurt sometimes. I didn't think much about it.
Months later, while he was picking up the boy, he mentioned it again, and showed me. It was about the size of a freakin' grapefruit.
He's one of those stubborn sorts that won't go to a doctor if he is dying. I threw a fit about him having a kid if he didn't care about himself, etc, etc.
He was 22 at the time, and it turned out he had Hodgkin's. He's still kicking, but he went through some seriously bad times with chemo/radiation.
Go get it checked.
