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It might be time to get the men in your life to see a doctor!

It might be time to get the men in your life to see a doctor!

Yahoo11-06-2025
ROCHESTER, N.Y. (WROC) — Every June, you have the opportunity to celebrate the men in your life by sending them to the doctor. Maybe not the doctor, but to make sure they stay healthy.
Men's Health Week is the week leading up to Father's Day every year. Men are encouraged to make their health a priority and, of course, spread awareness. According to Arik Olson, the medical director with Fidelis Care, you have to be consistent.
'I believe it's important for all men to have a primary care provider. That could be a doctor, a nurse practitioner, a physician assistant,' said Olson. 'But I believe it's important to see that doctor, or primary care provider, at least once a year just for a check-up. Even if you're not sick, just to see if there's anything you should be doing to stay healthy.'
According to data from the Center for Disease Control, the leading causes of death for men include heart disease, cancer, and accidents.
They say:
14.7% of men 18 and older are in fair or poor health
30.9% had five or more drinks in one day, at least once within a year
12.5% smoke cigarettes
7.6% use E-cigarettes
50.8% are struggling with hypertension
39.2% of men 20 and older are considered obese
There are a number of things men can do for their health, including eating healthy, exercising, not smoking, and not drinking too much. Those are the usual suspects, but Olson says it's also important to get your teeth cleaned every year and be social.
'Even joining a sports league or meeting with a group of people for whatever reason — maybe to play cards — has significant impacts for our health.'
Then, of course, there are age-specific tests to keep in mind, like getting a colonoscopy after the age of 45.
On Friday, people are encouraged to wear blue to celebrate Men's Health Week. Don't forget to snap a photo for social media, if you do.
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