This year I will turn 50, heading steadily closer into the realms of dimentia and uncontrolled bodily functions. Making a nuisance of myself, and forever asking people to repeat themselves and generally being grumpy. I was diagnosed with Prostate Cancer in 2009, what most refer to as an old man’s disease, however this view is progressively changing as more younger men are inflicted at an earlier age.
I consider myself one of these ‘younger men’.
I have undergone Radical Prostatectomy (and there’s nothing radical about this procedure, other than the Prostate Gland being surgically removed). I’ve also had Radiotherapy everyday for 6 weeks. This latter session did not make my urine bright green nor grant me any super human powers.
Today is a low day for me. In fact most days are neatly classified into good or bad one’s now. Two months ago, my doctor prescribed anti-depressant pills. I did find this a little difficult to swallow, but have come to understand that anxiety and depression are indeed ‘real’ and ‘crippling’ symptoms. On days like these, I feel quite content to disappear into the void of non-existence. And at times, call on those elusive aliens to beam me up into their space craft and take me away. Mental note: avoid the anal probe.