This page is a little different to the others. This page is an anthology (Love Islanders – A collection of short stories related by a theme or subject) of stories about talking about prostate cancer.
They are mostly in chronological order but all occur between when I was diagnosed and the operation itself.
Let’s go.Read More »
The nurse called my name and led us to a small corner room. This room was really in need of some colour and joy as it was devoid of everything except a table and three chairs. Functional with no feeling. If they wanted something sterile and depressing, then they more than achieved it.Read More »
The ultrasound examination was a simple piece of cake compared to my last experience with lubricating gel and finger puppets. This was a simple external check around the pelvic area. Only those trained individuals can make sense of what these blurry and smudge like images seem to mean. It only took thirty odd minutes and the nurse was satisfied enough to say it was completed.
The flow rate test is where you pee into a machine that looks like a portable urinal and measures the strength and consistency of flow. It’s as simple as that.Read More »
Guys is a large hospital, set in a number of buildings adjacent to London Bridge station. It is the specialist hospital in London for oncology and cancer. The oncology department is a bright, modern and spacious place on the first floor. There were a few women waiting but most were mature to elderly men of all shapes, sizes and ethnicities.Read More »
I Am The One In Three 