This is the first of many posts. It’s a journey not a diary so it will not be in order. I hope it will be useful to you reading it.
The journey started for me when I found I was weeing several times a night. It was erratic. I couldn’t always empty my bladder. As prostate cancer had been in the family, my Dad and Granddad, I thought it best to check it out.
I went and saw a consultant who thought it best to check it out and I went for a biopsy.
The biopsy is a real ‘pain in the bum’! For the biopsy, they place a tube up your bum and then through this tube they place some scissors and snip several very small pieces of your prostate. The snips are not really painful they just feel like a tug, but it is uncomfortable. The worst part of the experience is feeling like you are going to poo all over the bloke as he is extracting the bits of prostate. It is a usual feeling though.
Anyway, off they go for testing and a few days later a nurse gives you a call. Nothing can prepare you for that call. I didn’t know when it was coming, I just knew it was coming. The nurse can’t break the news gently. All she can do is say it.
We have found traces of cancer in your prostate
It is a massive blow. The words register. But I couldn’t believe it. It didn’t seem real.