75. Back In The Day. Part 1.

 

Mad sick surgeon

COVID -19 continues its relentless march across the UK. We are now looking at another round of restrictions but at least not another total lockdown. That said there has not yet been the fighting for toilet paper but it has now lead to a bit of panic buying in some shops.

I had seen in the news how charities have been particularly hard hit with the drop in donations and sponsored events.  A few weeks ago I got an email from Prostate Cancer UK about how they have suffered as a charity with a massive drop in donations. As a result they were letting a number of people go, some that I had personally worked with. That was a really sad day.

I also continue to be told about guys that have been newly diagnosed at various stages in the cancer. Additionally, across all cancers, almost weekly there is another story about someone that has suffered because of a late diagnosis or delayed treatment due to COVID.

There was one thing that my smile was my daughter telling me how a boy in her class was boasting to his friends how his mother had lost her sense of taste and smell. The teachers eventually got wind of it and he wont be seen again for two weeks. I’m sure he wont be the apple of his mothers eye at the moment. 

With all that in mind it would almost seem like a pleasure to go back in time, pre COVID, and talk about prostate cancer treatment.Read More »

72. The Devil and Her Apprentice Do Not Wear Prada and They Live In Peckham. Part One

Horse-Hoof

I recently mentioned the sad death of a man that I interviewed, in 2018, with advanced prostate cancer.

His name was Richard.

I have become great friends with one of his daughters, DeeDee. She would perhaps tell you that I have become the bully brother that she never had and never knew she always wanted.

I asked her if she wanted to update the blog and she was totally up for it. What I was totally unprepared for was the incredulous, heartbreaking story she would tell me.Read More »

71. The mad scientist grew concerned as the radiation meter started to fluctuate

CarryOnScreamingMy six-monthly prostate appointment was on Thursday.

I will be honest I wasn’t hopeful knowing how my run of good things happening to me, always pans out.

The week before I had taken a ghostly empty train ride into London Bridge. The new norm is to look at fellow passengers and nod over face masks. I did just that with a fellow traveller walking through the train carriage. We nodded that nod that said we were both on the same page. Ready to open a window and eject anyone with so much as a pre-cough.Read More »