Written by a woman that's apparently never had the largest knuckle in the world shoved in a place never intended by God to have two way traffic!

Men are taught from the beginning to "suck it up" and not complain. We spend our whole lives being told that it's ok to cry but try it just once and see how many people think of you as "gay" (not that theres anything wrong with that) or weak. So we feel a bit of discomfort, maybe it's a heart attack (unless it's a sharp pain in the chest its kind of hard to tell), maybe its that last Bean Burrito having its revenge.

Sorry to hear about your friends loss, but in my world if a man goes to a doctor more than once a year he's a hypochondriac. Sad I agree.