My youngest son, age 48 at the time, was diagnosed with cancerous polyps in 2019. The doctor told him the polyps were so big, he'd wish he'd come to see him 10 years earlier. He would have been 38 at the time, but they didn't do cancer screening on people that young back then. My son had surgery...two re-sections. They also took out at least 70 lymph nodes, and he went through 6 months of chemo. He's cancer-free, but as a mother, I can't help but worry, because he still smokes occasionally. Everyone in my family smoked but me. Three died of lung cancer, one of a stroke, and my only brother at 51, of a massive heart attack. I'm the last one left. The oldest lived to be 74, so if I make it to 75, I'll be lucky.