Bump on a fucking log...sort of...dammit

This is my old metal detector from JC Penny's my dear friend Marsha's elderly dad Pierce gave me a few years ago before he passed on to that great bus stop in the sky...it's not wonderful but it beeped whenever it went over some metal crap....It was enuff to git me hooked into the hobby. The battery connector wires are all screwed up rat now and I can't use it. Butt, there's bigger fish to fry rat now....In the last 2 weeks, I've developed a bump on the edge of my asshole that's got me worried. I ain't got no health care, insurance or a job with insurance. I'm up shit creek so to speak....I've bean looking up stuff about colon cancer and hemroids...I'm hoping it's just hemroids..(LMAO) the symptoms concur with what I read.....but even in the case of polyps, which could be a sign of colon cancer, it sounds similar, too....I know they would just tell me to get a colonostomy but they ain't cheap....I can't even afford the parking....and I'd hate for em to take my mother's house....I think if I paid em some each month, they couldn't do anythang shitty to us...but I'm over the age of 50 when you're supposed to get that shit checked every once in awhile...I do caregiving for my elderly mother who had a bout with rectal cancer 2 years ago and I have to help her daily with her colostomy stuff and other basic chores. It can be real shitty at times but that's the nature of the beast...I guess I'll have to get my book done real fast about growing up in Atlanta during the spaced rock & roll age.......nobody wants to die except for vegetables and idiots maybe. I hate to put such personal shit on here but I had to get it off my chest....ain't trine to be a whimpering dog.....just a nervous pigeon...It's always something itching at your soul.....a soul to be precise.......Furgive me Lard.....