Last Friday was the long awaited UK Blog Awards ‘Ceremony’. As you may or may not know I was selected as one of the eight finalists that entered my particular category.
With the absence of any health categories ‘Wellbeing’ was the nearest I could select, but not ideal. The only other choice would have been ‘Lifestyle’.
The Jackson Five, Enid Blytons ‘The Famous Five’. There is no ‘high four’ or ‘high three’. Five fingers, five toes, five tongues if you are a nagging female alien from the planet Trog etc.
You get the drift? I do like a good anthology and I have one for you again today. This time they are based on the number five and prostate cancer.
Sit back and enjoy.
Fresh with the horrific statistics that I present to them, at just about every talk that I give on prostate cancer I am asked the question “Why is there not a national screening programme for prostate cancer?” Related to that, If you were one of the many proactive men that went to go and see your GP about getting a PSA test and ended up being dissuaded from, outright refused or even lied to the origins of that may be rooted in a health paper that was published just over three years to the day…Read More »
Mention prostate cancer to a man and generally the first thought that comes into his head is his tackle. Not cancer or death but what is it going to do with his tackle. I get it, I really do. Overnight I had gone from, as the French would say, ‘Le Magnifique’ to the post surgery and depressing ‘Minuscule et idiot’. Or in keeping to our title theme I had gone from the majestic, powerful command centre they call Thunderbird One to a broken version of the silly, stubby aquatic little Thunderbird Four.
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I Am The One In Three 