Thank you for the kind words,
Dave you are right '...PCa is not so rapid in its prognosis...', we are at an age when irrespective of PCa we all have to confront our mortality.
I really enjoyed myself on Thursday, a day with the grandchildren is precious, and simple things like making porridge are just wonderful.
But not every day fills me with such glorious thoughts, I have just spent the last two days doing battle with my father-in-laws garden, over the last few years bamboo has encroached from a neighbour's garden, through his flower bed, under the path, into his lawn. Fighting through thickets of bamboo is something I could have taken in my stride in my youth, but now after two days of it my muscles ache, my joints are stiff, my tendons are sore, and I have to confront the awful truth that I am getting old!
So while I should be feeling happy, contented and proud, because I have done a good deed for my father-in-law, this is spoiled by sadness that I am getting older and weaker, definitely past my prime.
Whatever I can do this year, like DIY, gardening, anything physical, is just going to be more difficult next year, and even more difficult the year after that.
Like most of the guys on this website I don't just have PCa, but also arthritis, high blood pressure, and according to my GP I am borderline diabetic. Rather like an old car with a dodgy clutch, worn bearings, grinding gearbox and tarnished paintwork, all my bits are starting to decline.
So remaining upbeat is something that isn't always easy.
So thank God for Eleanor, I am sure the thought of you simpering modestly, sent mine and many more hearts racing. At our age you can't beat a bit of good old fashioned modest simpering.
Surely that is what life is all about, forgetting all this horrible cancer business, and focusing on the fun things in life?