I was convinced I was wasting the doctor’s time – I wasn’t
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‘I am sorry, but the cancer has spread to other parts of your body,’ my doctor told me. ‘It’s growing fast and you may only have two years to live.’. This is not what anyone wants to hear, especially aged just 49 in 2014. Sitting next to my wife, Sarah, I immediately thought of my kids, aged nine, 14 and 16, then I burst into tears.
The next few hours were a blur, but I remember crying and thinking it must be a mistake. I considered myself reasonably fit – I didn’t smoke and had run 100k from London to Brighton earlier in the year plus a sub four hour marathon. So, it didn’t seem right.
In some ways, it felt that I was dead already, as I was then told that I had a year of intense treatment ahead of me. In effect, my life felt like it was over. Three months earlier – on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday with my family to Disney World in Florida – I noticed that I started getting up a few times every night for a wee. But I thought it may just be something in the water.
When I came home, however, this carried on. While I was convinced I was wasting the doctor’s time, I did what most men don’t do and booked an appointment to see him. Sure enough, I felt embarrassed sitting there as I was sure he had better things to do than see an otherwise healthy man. But thankfully, he took it seriously and did a blood test (called a PSA test), had a ‘feel around’ and then told me to come back in a week or so when he had the results.