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 »

69. Those innocent days when it was only a drink

Corona Cherryade Bottle

It was a hurried, clandestine meeting, we could not meet in our usual place. I really had no choice, it was forced on us. I knew it was going to be difficult as we sat there in my car in the middle of a supermarket car park. I tried not to make it sordid, I hope she didn’t feel that it was. She looked beautiful, she had made the effort and I told her so. I didn’t have much notice beforehand, none of us did. We were not likely to see each other again for an unknown time. There was genuine sorrow and anxiety on my part. Selflessly, I didn’t consider her feelings.

Perhaps it was better that way.

I looked at her. She looked back at me. I momentarily closed my eyes as I stroked her cheek and ran my fingers across her head. I escaped somewhere beautiful, special and far away in her unmistakable perfume that gently caressed my senses.

I said goodbye.Read More »