I wish I had the voice of Homer To sing of prostate carcinoma Which kills a lot more chaps in fact Than met their doom when Troy was sacked. But thanks to modern surgeons' skills It can be stopped before it kills In nineteen out of twenty cases Upon a scientific basis. I asked a doctor, now my friend, To peer into my hinder end To prove or to disprove the rumour That I had a malignant tumour. He biopsied out some bits of tissue In order to decide the issue. The microscope returned the answer That certainly I had got cancer. So I was wheeled into the theatre Where holes were made to make me better. One set was in the perineum Where I can feel 'em but can't see 'em. Through one incision I don't doubt The neoplasm was taken out Along with glands and two lymph nodes Where cancer cells might find abodes. I'll swear without the risk of perjury It was a fancy bit of surgery. So do not wait for aches and pains To have a doctor check your drains. If he says 'cancer' you're a dunce Unless you have it out at once For if you wait it's sure to swell And may have progeny as well. My final word before I'm done Is cancer can be rather fun Provided one confronts the tumour With a lively sense of humour. I know that cancer often kills But so do bikes and booze and pills. A spot of laughter I am sure Usually speeds one's cure.
Have you had the all clear now? Only a few months since treatment isn't it? Fingers crossed and praise to Allah (your radiographer ) that all is good
Live your life to the full and don't hold back. My closest friend, who I credit with having the most positive influence on making me the me I am today, sadly lost her fight against bile duct liver cancer last week. I wish you all the very best. Andy
In the few times I've had the pleasure of conversing with you, one thing i can say is 'what a bloody nice bloke' Get well soon fella.
Bloody Hell, Pete........Hope is AOK........... I think I may be in a similar situation, but because of many invasive investigations when I was 11 and eventually found to have bowel cancer, I am not letting anyone stick their fingers up my bum again...............So I will drop dead complaining no doubt, but retaining an air of dignity and keep calm and carry on.
Best wishes Pete. You are far too ornery to be at home to Mr Cancer for very long and I predict that you will beat it handsomely. In fact, I insist upon it.
Like the rest of your posts I gave up after the second line but have git the gist off the more understandable posts. All the best hope all is going well.
Please get it investigated and sorted, Al. For the sake of all those around you, if not for yourself.
Yes Al, follow Pete's example and stand tall :Finger: Chiz, you would need a stool and I suspect Al might too :Angelic:
I take your point, Al. Sometimes the diagnostic procedures can actually be more intrusive, inconvenient, and painful than the eventual surgery. Dignity has to be checked in at the door of the oncology clinic, I'm afraid, and retrieved as you go out. Just remember - you won't be in a position to complain about the doctors later if you didn't let them do their job in the first place.
I'm relying on the PSA test, Pete......which is slightly 'elevated', but as yet apparently 'no cause for concern'.
I am at the "three monthly check ups" stage now. Looking OK so far. As we all know, sometimes it returns later on, sometimes it doesn't. I won't be praising allah in either event.
