There are moments in life when everything quietly changes.

For me, it came in December 2025, sitting in a room hearing words I had never seriously expected to apply to me. Prostate cancer. Not a scare, not a maybe, but a diagnosis that immediately redraws the map of your future. Up until that point, life had been busy, full, and largely taken for granted. After that, everything sharpened.

What surprised me most was not fear, at least not in the dramatic sense people often imagine. It was the steady realisation that this was now part of me. Something to be managed, understood, and lived alongside. There is no switch you can flip to go back to “before”, only a choice about how you move forward from here.

Since then, I have found myself in a world I had never really seen before. Hospital waiting rooms filled with quiet faces. Conversations that are both deeply personal and strangely routine to the people having them every day. Machines, treatments, appointments, and the constant reshuffling of plans. And through it all, the remarkable people who keep it all running and somehow manage to do so with patience and humanity.

This page is not about seeking sympathy or offering medical advice. It is simply a record. A place to set down what happens, what it feels like, and what I learn along the way. Some of it may be difficult, some of it may even be unexpectedly positive, but it will be honest.

If nothing else, it might help someone else who finds themselves at the start of a similar road. And if not, it will at least make sure that this part of my life, like the rest, is not left sitting only in my head.

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PCaSO The Prostate cancer Charity testing at Cosham

Going too the doctor with a high PSA score

Referred to Urology

The formal diagnosis

Oh wait there’s more bad news…

Oncology and Hormone Therapy

Radiotherapy