Posts Tagged ‘Prostate Cancer’

They're big

They’re big

After having prostate removed to get rid of prostate cancer, one will be incontinent. After the catheter is removed, you wear incontinence pads. Here are 18 things to remember about living with incontinence – when it’s all over: (more…)

alien 3

Alien – the first film. Do you remember the alien creature? Bursting out of the bowels of some hapless character? Is this cancer like that? Some beast lurking deep within, waiting to gnaw its way out?


To think or not to think? That is the question.
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of cancerous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against these troubles,
And by suppressing end them: to repress, to ignore
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To displace, to sleep.
Keeping DVT & PE at bay.

Keeping DVT & PE at bay.

Pain – you’d think it came in one colour. Well it doesn’t. In comes in various shades, more case of grey that torrid red. Friends and survivors of worse conditions than mine widened my palette, though thankfully (so far), I have not employed the whole range. 


3 holes in just one arm

3 holes in just one arm

Had the cancer operation. And not by hands-on surgeons, but by the Da Vinci robot.  Yes, I kid you not – by robot. The same sort of technology that enables a beef/horse-burger eating techie in Utah to put an armed drone onto a jeep full of guys in Kandahar, piloted the knives in my innards to cut out my prostate gland. Nothing less. But nothing more either. The NHS surgeons told me that they were pleased – so I should be too. Millions of pounds of technology applied. Tax Payers out there – a big thanks! (more…)

Prostate Cancer Cell

Got cancer? People’s responses are varied and fascinating. I have detected several variants. If you have more, please add a comment.

  • The Silent, or near silent. They stare at you. Mute. Not knowing what to say. Duh – I am not a lorry at night and they are not rabbits in the road. Yes, I’ve had a few of those. “It’s not catchy you know” I want to say.
  • The Ghosts. I’ve had “ghosts”, people who are acquaintances, who disappear from sight. I don’t bump into them anymore. There are often reasons for this, say they have lost a loved one to cancer, and just can’t bear going through another tale of treatments and topsy-turvy hopes. Cancer is not a plague. But in a way, it is a modern plague and people are fearful of it.



Posted: 7 December 2012 in Cancer, On the Pilgrim's Road
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Prostate Cancer cellsGetting a letter from the GP that says “please call us as soon as possible”. Oh, that’s a surprise, so I call. I get though to a doctor who is not my GP. He tells me something about high scores, and that this is a cancer indicator. Eh? It feels like I’ve been told there might be some rain tomorrow. Oh – they’ll need to repeat the tests. Just in case. You know.

Know? Strange to say, I didn’t need to wait for second tests. Intuitively, right from then, I expected the results to be confirmed. And they did. I’m a fit man. Not so old either. With no obvious symptoms. And… I’ve got prostate cancer.