Prostate, prostate, prostate! Well, if it is of any interest to anyone, I have not had one since 2008.
Just as well, as it was in the early stages of cancer. In fact, prostate cancer was what killed my brother.
Only trouble is, my bladder has not always been well behaved since then. Last Tuesday I had to go into hospital for the fourth time since my prostatectomy to have my bladder cut open.
Still in recovery, although I have been home since Thursday.
Don’t let it frighten you, though.
Regards,
Mike