Druring WW II my father assemble airplanes in England.
After peace was declared he decommissioned chemical weapons.
Many were leaking in the warehouse and he had to work in the slop. Walking through it while he worked wearing only his GI leather boots.
For decade after he had to buy new work boots every month because his feet seeped and rotted the leather.
It took about 20 years for his feet to heal to the point that he finally could keep a pair of boots for a normal life span.
He never got cancer surprisingly. He died of an aortic aneurysm.
Lesson learned: GI’s are consumable commodities.
Dad never visited a doctors office to the best of my knowledge during my entire life until he was taken in an ambulance. This was because his prostate had swollen so much that it cut off his urine. Which was backing up in his bladder/kidneys.
When the doctor opened him up, he gave him a year to live. He lived another 6 or 7. If he had gone to the doctor even occasionally for a screening/blood work he might have lived much longer. It started with prostrate cancer. Then testicular cancer. Bladder cancer and stomach cancer.
I just found out two days ago that my PSA is 4.27. Which the doctor said “we need to retest you. this does not mean you have cancer, but if it comes back the same we will probably send you in for an MRI.”
I am 62. So, I got that goin for me.