ICGamer - We've probably all been there! It started for me as a young child. I didn't want to stop what I was doing to discharge my waste! I didn't want to take time away from playing to eat. As a teen and on I didn't want to stop what I was doing to sleep. I had too much I wanted to do! When I was 25 I was pregnant with a tumor, called a "mole" pregnancy. The doctor had advised me that it was too risky to take the benign tumor and it would expel on its on at about five months. One evening the kids were asleep, my husband was catnapping and I was making out my grocery list. I kept feeling the urge to go to the bathroom but I wanted to get that list finished for Bill in case "something" happened. Finally finished, I raced to the bathroom and the tumor came out. I hollered for Bill to help. I was hemorrhaging profusely. Bill had to call the doctor (at 11pm), arrange for a friend to stay with the kids and get me, with towels between my legs, to the hospital in Binghamton, NY, 30 miles away. We didn't even think of an ambulance and in fact there may not have been any. This was in 1963. The hospital staff gave me a blood transfusion and the next day a D&C. Then I was sent to a gynecologist who sent me to Roswell Park Memorial Hospital in Buffalo, 200 miles away. On and on. And after two years I was declared good to go with no malignancy. If I had gone to the bathroom immediately when I first sensed the need, it probably wouldn't have made any difference in the outcome. Sometimes though my perceived priorities are arbitrary!