Young people with me in the house. Grandson and his girlfriend. Talking with them as we don't see them very often is uplifting for me. I forget for a while that I have a diagnosis. They are reassuring as they say I look well. We go out around the village and talk a lot and meet people we know. Young people can be such a help to the older ones without appearing to try. Wonderful company.
I haven't made a blog entry for a while. There've been ups and downs, new pains and old. But overall I'm doing OK and getting my head around my disease and its implications. In the street I still pass as normal and fit for my age. I've decided not to tell the world but to keep the diagnosis in the family. It means I can talk to anyone I meet as usual and not with sinister overtones in the background. "You're so brave" for example. What do others decide when they are diagnosed with cancer? I'm lucky to have a wife with me and a family that keeps in touch.
Future blogs will cover my first long-acting injection (similar to Zoladex) next week and the dreaded meeting with the oncologist and his drug trial. I've cast him as the ogre as I don't know him and I'm afraid of needing his aggressive chemo one day. No appointment yet with the Onc Ogre, perhaps he has forgotten me!
