Diagnosis
I’d been peeing a bit more than normal but I just put it down to the cold weather and getting older. Eventually it got to the point where I was going to the toilet so often I thought I better mention it to my doctor.
I have a couple of mates who have had prostate cancer in the past so it was lingering in the back of my head that peeing a lot could be a symptom of that, but it never properly occurred to me that it would be.
I booked in to see my GP in March 2013 and explained this, so he gave me a blood test, then I was sent for a biopsy. A week later I was told I had prostate cancer. I was sent for an MRI to gauge how advanced the cancer was. I went into the hospital and there were people there who looked really sick. I felt like a bit of a fraud because I felt completely fine. These people were obviously really unwell, and I thought, I don’t belong here. I feel like there’s nothing wrong with me.
After the MRI, I went to see the specialist to find out the results. He said the prostate was too swollen for radiotherapy or Bractherapy, so removal was the only option. It was going to be a big operation but it was inevitable, and I felt it would give me the best chance.
I had my mother’s 80th birthday party and two weddings coming up, and I couldn’t imagine being sick or missing them. It was really strange because the whole time I felt completely normal.