My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer on Wednesday. It was such an unexpected shock and to be told it was very advanced and in his lymph nodes and bones honestly flawed us. His PSA level has been monitored by the GP for years but it’s always been literally borderline. Even during his most recent prostate exam the consultant assured him everything felt normal and the only reason he was going to do more tests was because he was approaching 70 and had a family history. We gave so little thought to it that on Wednesday we actually had made dinner plans for the evening (we didn’t go, in shock I decided for some reason to make dippy eggs and soldiers for us both at 10pm). My world has shifted, I actually feel selfish feeling like this because it’s not me who who has had this diagnosis. My aunties fell to bits on the phone when my dad asked me to ring and tell them yesterday, I had to be the strong one which felt unfair. Thank you for allowing me to express the thoughts that I cannot say outloud.xx xx
