Tag: prostate cancer

Cancer stuff

An update of sorts

I’ve written a few times about having cancer, but nothing for a while. I think last update was when I was about to have treatment, which was back end of last year now. You can read about that here.

Anyway, I had treatment and then waited. I recuperated at home for a while, but on the whole it went pretty well. I took a few months of work, wore pyjamas a lot, drank many litres of water a day (to help flush the radiation of something like that)and waited. I had Brachytherapy, which is not particularly nasty on the body. It doesn’t make your hair fall out or any such thing – though I did shave my head because I thought it would be funny. Apparently I need to grow up because I did like seeing some peoples reactions.

Apparently I am also a massive dickhead.

Anyway, mostly I am just waiting and waiting now. I have tests every 6 months, and the numbers are looking good. I cannot go in an MRI machine now as my prostate is full of around 100 radioactive pellets which would be ripped out by the electromagnets – which sounds ghastly, right?

The long and short of it is that I don’t have to have any more treatment as it stands, which is fab news, and eventually I will hopefully hit the numbers I need to in my PSA tests and all will be declared well.

So mostly I don’t think about it much right now, other than to still want to remind all and sundry that if you are 50 and have a prostate then you need to get checked regularly. Seriously, just do it, it might well save your life or the life of someone you love…

Do it!

Yet another video update! Days 4 and 5 done

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…

Get your prostate checked!

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.

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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!

So you have cancer. Now what?

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…

Well that’s just super…

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.