It’s early November 2018, and I’m in front of my urologist. I’m told about my cancer, and the battle plan to eradicate it, hopefully once and for all, and my first battle starts today
Thirty minutes later, I’m fully equipped. Parachute attached to the static line, and I’m stood at the open door. The green light goes on and the Jump master yells Jump! I launch myself into the first stage of battle, to lay siege to my cancer. The weapon of choice is Hormone therapy.
February 2019, and I’m recalled from the ongoing siege to prep for the second stage of battle.
April 2019, I’m fully equipped again. Parachute attached to the static line, and I’m stood at the open door. The green light goes on and the Jump master yells Jump! I launch myself into the second stage of battle. The weapon of choice this time is Radiotherapy.
Late May 2019. Radiotherapy is complete. I’m looking forward to some rest, and returning to normal duties. I find myself in front of my oncologist, who congratulates me on completion of my radiotherapy, and informs me I’m not going back to my normal duties, but is sending me back into battle, after a period of rest.
I’ve received my orders, so in late June 2019, once more I’ll find myself kitted out. Parachute attached to the static line, and I’ll be stood at the open door. The green light will go on and the Jump master will yell Jump! I’ll launch myself into the third stage of battle. The weapon of choice this time is Chemotherapy.
