“It’s probably IBS (irritable bowel syndrome) or internal hemorrhoids, but let’s get a colonoscopy just to be sure,” my physician said. It wasn’t IBS or internal hemorrhoids. It was stage IV colorectal cancer that had metastasized to 27 places in my body. It was the last thing anyone ever expected for a health-conscious, young, athletic woman with no family history. Thank goodness my PCP took this step, or else I would be dead.