STOP THE PRESSES, PEOPLE! DROP THE TACO AND HOLD ON TO WHATEVER YOU CAN BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO SHAKE YOU TO YOUR VERY BELLY!
NATIONAL RED ALERT! THE TRUTH THAT DOCTORS WHISPER AND YOU IGNORE IS REVEALED: THE “SILENT KILLER” THAT’S ALREADY INSIDE YOU AND YOU HAVEN’T EVEN REALIZED IT. THAT BLOOD-COLORING NOTIFICATION ON YOUR PHONE WASN’T A JOKE!
[URGENT REPORT FROM MEXICO CITY] – You saw it, right? You were scrolling peacefully on Facebook or Instagram, maybe enjoying a morning sandwich or stuck in the infernal traffic on the Periférico, when suddenly… BAM! A simple, almost innocent image, but with text that stopped your heart for a second: “Colon cancer begins…See more” .
Oh my god! Admit it, dude! Your blood pressure dropped. You hesitated. Should I click or not? Do I want to know or should I just turn a blind eye like with the diet? That damn “See more” is the gateway to a reality we refuse to accept in our Mexico, where we believe that a little tequila and a “heal, heal” will fix everything.
But today, friends, here on your trusted website, we who don’t mince words, are digging deep for you . We’ve waded into the mud of raw medical information to bring you the unvarnished truth, no holds barred. And brace yourselves, because what we discovered behind those three dots is more terrifying than encountering La Llorona in a dark alley at 3 a.m.
Colon cancer does NOT begin when you’re already dying of pain! THAT’S THE BIGGEST LIE THEY’VE SOLD US!
The full phrase, the one that will keep you up at night, is this ticking time bomb: “COLON CANCER STARTS… LONG BEFORE YOU FEEL ANYTHING, WHILE YOU’RE LIVING YOUR CRAZY LIFE, AND FEEDS ON YOUR BAD HABITS UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE!”
Take it, beard! So cold!
THE INVISIBLE ENEMY THAT SLEEPS IN YOUR OWN HOUSE (OR RATHER, IN YOUR GUTS)
Let’s be clear, folks. In Mexico, we’re the kings of street food, the emperors of “a little soda to calm my nerves,” and the world champions of “I’ll start my diet tomorrow.” We love the T-shaped food: Tacos, Tortas, and Tamales. And that’s not a bad thing—eating is delicious! But the price we’re paying with our stomachs is incredibly high.
Colon cancer (or colorectal cancer, to be precise) is no longer a disease of the elderly. Listen up, folks! It used to be thought that if you were under 50 you were immune. WRONG LIE! Oncology wards are filling up with people in their thirties, and even in their twenties, arriving with devastating diagnoses in advanced stages. Why? Because this damn cancer is a ninja. It’s a thug that doesn’t warn you, doesn’t knock on your door, doesn’t send a WhatsApp message.
It gets into your digestive system, into that meter and a half of tubing we call the colon, and it starts as a tiny, insignificant speck. A “polyp,” doctors call it. It’s like an internal wart that seems harmless. But give it time. Give it a few years of fatty meats, processed sausages, zero fiber (because vegetables are for rabbits, right?) and sitting for 10 hours at the office or in an Uber… and that little wart transforms into a ravenous monster.
THE WARNING SIGNS YOU’RE IGNORING RIGHT NOW (BEWARE!)
Here’s the kicker. How do you know if the silent killer has already set its sights on you? The problem, folks, is that the initial signs are so common that we mistake them for anything.
Do you feel bloated like a party balloon after eating? “Oh, those beans didn’t agree with me,” you say. Do you go to the bathroom and it’s very “watery” or, on the contrary, is it a real struggle? “It’s just work stress,” you justify yourself. Did you see a little red stain on the toilet paper? “It’s probably hemorrhoids from eating too much chili yesterday,” you think.
NO WAY! STOP PLAYING THE FOOL! Those might be the red flags your body is desperately waving.
When colon cancer has really “started”, when it already hurts, when you lose weight for no reason, when you feel too tired to even get up for the remote control, sometimes… only sometimes… the game is already in the 90th minute and you are losing 3-0.
THE MEXICAN TABOO THAT IS KILLING US: THE FEAR OF THE “DEDAZO” AND THE CAMARITA
It had to be said, and it was said. In Mexico, we have a very serious cultural problem that opens the door wide to this cancer: machismo and secondhand embarrassment.
Especially men. Ah, how brave we are to get into a fight at the bar, but how cowardly we are to go to the proctologist! We’re terrified of being examined “back there.” We think our manhood will crumble if a doctor gives us a rectal exam or, God forbid, a colonoscopy.
Wake up, damn it! A colonoscopy isn’t rape, IT’S A LIFESAVER! It’s the only test that not only detects cancer, but PREVENTS it. Because if the doctor sees that pesky polyp we were talking about, BAM!, he cuts it out right there, before it becomes malignant. He inserts a little camera while you’re sound asleep under anesthesia, and in half an hour he’s saved your life for the next 10 years.
But no, we’d rather die of “something in our stomach” than face the “shame.” What a pathetic mentality, my people!
THE MOMENT OF TRUTH: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?
That “See more” on your phone wasn’t a coincidence. It was a sign from the universe, a wake-up call from fate. Colon cancer starts TODAY with the decisions you make.
It starts every time you choose sausage over fruit. It starts every time you smoke half a pack of cigarettes. It starts every time you decide to stay on the couch instead of going for a half-hour walk. And, above all, it starts every time you turn 45 (yes, the age has dropped, it’s no longer 50) and decide NOT to get your preventative checkup.
Get your act together! Don’t try to be clever. This beast doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, or if you’re a fan of América or Chivas. If you have a colon, you’re at risk. Period.
Share this post. Send it to your uncle who’s too stubborn to go to the doctor, to your friend who’s always stressed and eating poorly, to your partner. Do yourselves a collective favor and break the silence.
The next time you see a health notification, don’t ignore it. Click “See more.” Because seeing more, in this case, means living longer. Don’t let apathy get the better of you, everyone! Let’s take care of the machine—we only have one!
WE’LL KEEP YOU UPDATED… IF WE DON’T HAVE A HEART ATTACK FROM RAGE FIRST. TAKE CARE, DAMMIT!
