It's, at least to me, an interesting and very rare story on pancreatic ductal cell cancer. But it will take some space for the setup. Brother Frank was an airline mech. at STL. On his day off, he was sitting in his sunroom and saw a branch at the top of a maple tree in his backyard that made it look like it'd had a bad haircut. He had drank two 24 ounce beers at the time and decided he was going to get his bowsaw, climb the tree, and cut the offending branch. Got just about to the top and slipped. Hit several branches on the way down, and was knocked out for a few seconds when he hit the ground. Woke up, did a systems check, and nothing broken and no bad damage. Went to work the next day and started feeling very bad. Went home early. Went to work the next morning and at mid morning, the guys on the job told him his skin was getting yellow. So, he went to the ER and was feeling very bad at this time. They did an MRI and found a small cyst/tumor whatever had blocked the duct from his pancreas. Did a biopsy and it was ductal cell pancreatic cancer. Set him up for the Whipple the next day, the doc removed the small tumor about the size of a pea and found no evidence at all in his insides of any metastases. The doc said he'd never caught pancreatic cancer at that early stage before and his idea was that when he fell out of that tree, it caused the tumor to shift and block the duct. I was talking to him on the phone a couple days later and heard all this. I said,"Frank, reach around to the back of your head and feel for that lump. That's where God thumped you out of that tree."