Imagine boarding a flight and hearing your pilot come over the public-address system: “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. It’s my pleasure to welcome you aboard our flight — to which destination? I’m not sure.” I think — and hope — you’d get off the plane. Why are so many of us blindly and idly navigating our health, with no outcome or destination in mind?
This week is the one-year anniversary of sharing my cancer diagnosis with the world. As I look back, I’m not afraid to admit I would have made drastically different choices about my health if I knew then what I know now about how we (and especially Black men) approach our health.