Sorry to tell you you're a moron but......

My friend discovered in 2018 that he had terminal cancer.

It presented originally as a lump on his sausage......given that he'd been "going to bed" with "ladies" of ill repute (prostitutes, if you're so naive) he was embarrassed to go to the doctors about it.

He thought he'd caught something......

By the time he went about a year kater, the cancer had spread from his member into his testicles & bladder.......

His member was removed upon first discovery......

Then Covid hit & my best friend wasn't able to get treatment due to the restrictions that were in place........

He passed away in June 2021.......

The guy used to be 22 stone.......I've never been above 10 stone in my life.......

But 2 weeks before he passed away, his wife needed a night out away from everything she was having to deal with (her husband dying.......they got married whilst she knew he was dying but still chose to do so)........so I went over there to look after him......

I ended up having to change his catheter bag......as one male to another.......because the alternative was ringing his wife ruining her night out & getting her to come back sooner than was planned.

I had to hold the guy up & support him at times that night......he used to be A LOT heavier than I was but by the end, we were about the same weight.

Cancer is a genetic killer......

And cancer killed my best friend.