It’s my birthday today. Yeaaaah!!
I am fifty-two. It was two years and one day ago that those faithful words were uttered in my direction,
“It’s not good news and you cannot, not do anything about it’
Ripping my little world apart. Ahhhh, bless.
Not one to dwell on it, I shall be spending my big day with a Spiderman Victoria sponge cake, building a model Star Trek Voyager and for dinner a pandemic bag of fish and chips. The Uber delivered fish and chips being a rare and eye wateringly expensive indulgence.
A week ago, I had a Deja Vue moment. I wondered how I managed to find myself back, for the second time, derrière exposed on the surgery bench as I did almost exactly two years ago.
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A friend asked me if I would have a chat with a guy that was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer.
I was only too happy to give him the talk that I never had and wished that I got. However, it would end up be me coming back, scratching and shaking my head.Read More »
Not the best word someone could use when I told them what my blood pressure figures were.
It was a couple of days after I had spent the day wired up to a portable blood pressure machine so that the surgery could get an average blood pressure reading.
It was an interesting experience walking, sitting, eating and sleeping with this thing. It gives a warning bleep and then seconds later would noisily go about its bicep inflating business.Read More »
I had been told beforehand that there would be another guy representing prostate cancer. I didn’t quite understand it at the time. Having two guys talking about the same thing seems a bit of a waste to me. It can work if the guys have had two totally different experiences or procedures but the organiser certainly didn’t know that when she requested me.Read More »