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So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
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https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
update number 5…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
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https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
11 days done…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
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https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
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https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
This one has fluffy cows and a vomiting dog
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
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https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
.
https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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Here’s another rambling update…
Preferably by an expert!
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
I’m taking on March the Month challenge for prostate cancer, 11000 steps a,day and hey, if u fancy sponsoring me, then that would be awesome. I am trying to raise £1000.
.
https://marchthemonth.prostatecanceruk.org/fundraising/i-dont-look-like-i-have-caner-why-thank-you-v
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And I will post some updates on progress on youtube below and at my justgiving page.
And Please make sure that if you have a man in your life who is over 50 years of age then he really needs to go and get himself checked out!
Food glorious food
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
It’s not like it’s gonna take me out anytime soon and I am continuing with frequent check ups and mri scans and all of that sort of nonsense just to make sure it’s not getting any worse. So not a great deal to worry about.
I did though take the opportunity to review my working hours at work and dropped a few and now I only work 4 days a week Tuesday to Friday.
Not wanting to be overly dramatic, it did occur to me that perhaps I might use this as an opportunity to rethink things a little bit and just try and give myself a little bit more time in the day. Again it’s not because of worries of any sort, it’s simply because I thought it’ll be rather nice to only work 4 day’s week. I’ve not had an epiphany or some such.
I did do it previously but they were particularly long days I didn’t really have the energy of the inclination to be working for 9 hours A-day. So now I only work 8 hours A-day 4 days a week which is fabulous and I have every Monday off. It’s only an hour difference but that hour does make it quite difficult to squeeze all of the working time into the day when I don’t want to start before 8 and I don’t want to work after 5. Makes me seem a bit picky doesn’t it…
Anyway to get to my point what I’ve actually been enjoying doing is bulk cooking for a couple of hours on a Monday morning so that I don’t have to do a great deal of cooking for the rest of the week. I know I need to eat healthier and stay fit and well as I can so this all seemed to fit nicely together.
Just means I don’t have to spend as much time during the week preparing food and after work I can take the dog out for a walk after I’ve thrown something in the oven and Hey presto all sorted.
I realised I could have done this before and there was absolutely nothing stopping me I guess it just felt like I was taking some sort of actions to improve things in terms of both preparing better food as well as not being quite so busy.
So each week I whip up a quick menu and pop to get whatever I need. I then usually have to pop back to get the things I didn’t remember. I then head into an absolute frenzy of cooking and pot washing and Try to do everything in about 2 hours. I was a bit worried about how long you can leave food in the fridge I’m kind of wondered whether I was going to give everybody diarrhoea so I tend to put Tuesday and Wednesday is food in the Friday and Saturday goes into the freezer. This week we had burgers on Monday and then Tuesday is fish pie, Wednesday is a Thai green curry, Thursday is a vegetable filled cottage pie, Friday it’s a beef Madras curry, There is a vegetable pasta thrown in there as wellAnd if I remember correctly some sort of chicken chasser.
I think I need to work a little more vegetables in there but mostly I’m rather enjoying it.
Not really sure why I’ve told you all that and if my writing seems a little odd it’s because I’m doing it through dictation While I’m lying on the couch with the dog.
C is for…
So, turns out I have prostate cancer. I wrote about it first here…
There is so much reading you can do on the matter once you find out you have the big C. Stuff on diet, treatment, research, oh the list goes on and on. Websites, forums, books, articles, pod casts. Its never ending.
I’m just saying you can. I’m not saying that I did. Fuck that.
I really don’t want to dwell too much on it really if I am honest, it isn’t going to get me any time soon, and I don’t need treatment yet and people live with it for decades so why fill my head with thoughts on the matter. That is my way of looking at it anyway.
Oh, I saw this nice specialist for a follow up a while ago, he had a tie on and an office and certificates on the wall, and things are settled and no worse than they were and Ill go get checked out every 6 months and maybe have another MRI or a biopsy. So it all seems very much in hand. My head isn’t in the sand, I just feel like it’s best left alone for now, you know?
The only thing that bothers me from time to time is the thought that it can spread or maybe I’m open to some sort of secondary cancer, but I mean what’s the chance of that. Hmm, you know there is probably a statistic for that. is the chance of that is probably well understood. Well, I still don’t want to know.
Probably more chance of me dying from eating too much cake or not getting enough exercise to be honest…
C is for…
So, turns out I have cancer. How fucking great is that.
As I keep telling people though, it’s the good type though, so not to worry. It’s a bit like the good type of Aids, you know., the sort you get from a blood transfusion and not from a prison gang bang. The sort that you die with, and not from, the sort that you don’t even get your life insurance to pay out on so you can go to Vegas, because your cancer isn’t cancerous enough. The sort that you get to tell fun stories about apparently, because apparently, cancer is a laughing matter.
You know the sort.
I found out a few months ago. I’d just had my annual medical, and that includes the usual rummage around in my arse to check my prostate, and having recently hit 50 they throw in a PSA blood test to check the same. I remember coming home and telling Mrs Afterwards about how the Doc had said that should there be any issues with the PSA test I may need further tests and procedures, and then – with the sort of pleasure that made me think some chap may have recently wronged her romantically, perhaps with her sister or best friend – she explained in great detail how awful these procedures were and how they could ultimately lead to sepsis of the arse and that would be a truly awful experience.
About a week later I was out walking the dog in the snow and she left me a voicemail explaining that I needed to call back. Well you can imagine the thoughts running through my head, most of which involved her slapping my exposed ass as I was bent over a table and telling me, “Yup, you have arse sepsis sir, and all men are pigs!”
Anyway, I don’t have arse sepsis and most men are pigs, but after an MRI scan, loads more curious rummaging in my bottom (by a specialist rummager this time though) and being put into a medieval torture device – of which I will likely write about another time – and having the aforementioned specialist take a shit ton of samples from my prostate, it turns out I have a mild case of cancer.
I’m mostly ok about it I think. Told the kids, and as my wife and I predicted, the youngest worried and the eldest started to laugh. Eldest has this weird nervous laughter thing when it comes to death and misery. At least I think its that. He might just be a monster. He did recently ask if it was contagious, though it turns out he meant hereditary. This was realised too late to avoid a conversation about me shooting cancer jizz. Mrs Afterwards was horrified and then forced to introduce a rule that forbids anyone in the household from using the phrase ‘cancer jizz’. Especially over dinner.
I will be having more bloods this week to see how things are looking as the prognosis is really good and there are no plans to treat it yet, with the side effects of the treatment being wholly worse than the disease right now. So that’s a good thing.
Then again, what’s worse than arse sepsis and cancer jizz, right. Actually they sound like really shit superheroes don’t they.
Anyway, so that’s what’s been happening here. Life eh.
Afterwards 