On a different tack, involving cancer screening for women….
When my mother was 55 years old, she started losing weight and began rubbing the lower part of her belly in the evenings. I did my best to try to persuade mum to go see a doctor. She refused, saying that she was on a diet.
Then came a crisis - my father called an ambulance and I saw a look of quiet dismay on the ambulance driver’s face when he looked at mum.
I spoke with the doctors at the hospital and was told the worst - they reckoned two weeks at the most. But they said they’ll operate. I asked if I could tell my mother that she had deep-seated bleeding ulceration in her abdomen, which I did, and mum breathed a sigh of relief.
They operated but she didn’t really regain consciousness afterwards, kept sedated, and died 2 days later. This was in the 70s.
If mum had two daughters instead of two sons, we would’ve told mum to come along with us for regular women’s’ cancer screenings.