So, you get de-prostrated and after the immediate side effects begin to subside, you are confident in the knowledge that you should no longer have a PSA reading. It’s undetectable. And for me, so it was for quite a while.
I saw this movie trailer on one of the socials for a horror film called ‘It Follows’. The premise is quite simple. A ‘curse’ is passed on when you have sex with someone. The entity then follows the last person in the sexual link. When the entity catches up with that last person they are treated to a quite horrible, limbs contorted and ripped off manner of death. The entity silently walks at normal pace, never hurry’s or runs. It has all the time in the world. It showed real promise in the trailer but it was as scary as watching prime ministers question time.Read More »
I had an appointment at Guys hospital to discuss my increasing PSA. The last count was 0.15 and at 0.20 I would need to start the dreaded radiotherapy and all the fun that entails. A few days before it was changed to a telephone appointment as those wonderful train drivers were going on strike again. This time around I got a surprise call from the elusive Mr Cathcart himself. It was short and sweet. My PSA was now 0.16 and unless I specifically wanted to pull the rip cord early, we would leave the radiotherapy until we reached that magical bonus number. I asked him what he thought, and he said it’s something we want to leave as long as possible. That was fine by me, nothing good ever came of pulling that ripcord early other that a swift gust of wind guiding you back up into the aeroplane’s propellers.
Another appointment at Guys hospital. It had changed a bit since I was last there. Many people were still wearing masks but the table with the security guard handing out the mandatory masks had gone. So had the many hand sanitisers dotted around the first floor. I have to admit even after my second tussle with the dreaded Vid a couple of months back I can count on one hand the last time I used a mask.
This was going to be a very different type of talk to the standard Prostate Cancer Awareness talk. This was for a hospital, up in north London and it was for a group that already had prostate cancer. Once I looked at the map, I then realised that it was actually in deepest, darkest, north west London and I would need to take the day off. And so the journey began….
I Am The One In Three 