I went to the gym for my bi-weekly torture session. When I got there, the trainers were deep in worried discussion about an 81 year old gentleman, also a frequenter of the gym. I had seen him there several times and had exchanged nods. The fellow had been wearing a bandage on his earlobe for about a month.
My trainer said "We have been so worried about him. He refuses to go to the doctor. Would you please look at his ear?"
We went over to the man. Initially confused, then embarrassed, he allowed me to look at his earlobe.
I saw a nodular melanoma and my heart stopped. It was almost 2 inches in diameter, luridly colored with black, red, blue and yellow. I was quite blunt with the man. I told him I wasn't a doctor, but that it was serious. He needed to go in today.
Later, he came over to us to chitchat and told me I had frightened him. I told him good - he needed to be scared. The man nodded to me, promised to see a physician tomorrow and offered me lemons from his tree.
I feel like crap. I don't imagine the man's prognosis is very good. He left it too long. I really gotta learn to mind my own business.