
The women have arranged a prostate cancer talk with me
(but men can come along too!)
Monday 28th September 2020 @ 8pm
meet.google.com/cmu-ngdh-ejm

The women have arranged a prostate cancer talk with me
(but men can come along too!)
Monday 28th September 2020 @ 8pm
meet.google.com/cmu-ngdh-ejm

A friend asked me if I would have a chat with a guy that was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer.
I was only too happy to give him the talk that I never had and wished that I got. However, it would end up be me coming back, scratching and shaking my head.Read More »
2019 was more than a bad year. It was truly an annus horribilis for me. If it was a blind date it would be where a hairy bloke in a wig turned up, drugged and imprisoned me and made me call him Shirley. In some ways it was even worse than 2018, the year of my operation. In 2018 I only had one big ‘de-prostation’ problem to deal with. 2019 would stand out for practically one major issue per month right up to December.

I had intended to use my fiftieth blog entry to catch up on people and blogs that I had mentioned or featured previously. That was the plan until that rouge PSA count knocked me for six.
I went from a leanish, meanish killing machine to a cuddly, grumpy food Death Star. I stubbornly kept that up until the end of the May then I was back to eating healthy and a resolve to lose weight. I am even giving up on the ice cream (nothing to do with the last couple of tubs being full of ice and turning the night air blue). So a couple of weeks later here it is.