Though never before having been an inpatient, I’d played the unenviable rôle of hospital visitor in the past, so I was prepared for the ward to be a hive of activity during the day. The day seems to be kicked…

Though not my first brush with general anaesthetics, I am fortunate that this was my first stay in an NHS hotel hospital. Now I was being nursed back to health from a major operation and having no idea of what…

P-Day dawned after my first experience of a night in hospital. [Ed: more of that another time.] The condemned man was given a theatre gown, those intriguing garments that fasten (almost) down the back with short ties that no human…

I’ve arrived at the last day of Movember. Tomorrow, all those “real men” who’ve been growing ‘taches (sorry, I still call it a mo’) in support of the Movember prostate awareness campaign can have, in the words of Sweeney Todd,…

There’s a very old George Carlin comedy sketch about dogs. Dogs are always waiting for something, he says: waiting to be walked, waiting to be fed, waiting to be fussed; sometimes, just waiting to wait. I’m naturally reticent to knock…

Shortly after the results of my delightful transrectal prostate biopsy confirmed that I was, in fact, developing a case of prostate cancer and having leapt at the radical prostatectomy solution [Ed: just can’t resist getting on the solution bandwagon, eh?],…

During my Movember series of blog posts concerning prostate cancer, a close friend mused, “I wonder what the medical folks would do themselves?”. “Excellent question”, I said, rapidly planning another Movember article, “I have some input on that topic”. The…

We’re getting very close to being up to date in my Movember-supporting series of prostate cancer blog posts – blogging in real-time, as it were, instead of retrospectively. As a result of our Meeting the Surgeon on 21st September, the…