“You have prostate cancer.”
Not the gladdest of tidings then … but not unexpected given the anxiety and tests of recent months.
It’s surreal hearing that verdict coming from the mouth of someone I have known for less than half an hour.
“It’s low grade …”
That’s good, isn’t it?
“Yes, it’s good …”
My life changes …
I feel very, very grateful to a very good GP who sent me off to a urologist. She may have saved my life.
And so I become a member of the Cancer Club, yet prostate cancer is so common as to be almost banal.
In some ways I feel empowered, with an early diagnosis and a fighting chance.
Like countless souls before me, I am blown away by the way complete strangers open up and tell me their stories, offer their wisdom and friendship.
I am grateful for the support and love of friends, family, colleagues and acquaintances.
The medical and support staff who are already becoming a big part of my life are marvellous – and I am happy to be telling them so whenever the opportunity arises.
Boy, does that make the nurses, doctors, technicians and all the others smile – so giving, but all they often get are cranky grumbles.
But there are downsides …
The waiting rooms and on-hold telephone calls – so time consuming and tedious, and destined to become even more familiar as I become a more full-time player in the health system than I or any of us desire.
The already tangible financial worries – also destined to become more acute.
Presently, the most challenging thing is attempting to get on top of and (hopefully) intelligently filtering an overwhelming amount of information and often contradictory advice.
Some time in coming months, difficult decisions will have to be made regarding treatment.
How all this will impact on Consider The Sauce, I have no way of knowing or even guessing.
Very little, I most fervently hope!
In the meantime, I intend to summon up the courage to continue to live well and laugh often.