This time, exactly five years ago, I was being wheeled out of theatre after my Da Vinci at Guys.
For a while, it was good, then it turned bad, now it has turned horrible - but, you know people, I found that town called "Acceptance" and five years after, despite it spreading to my lymph nodes, my PSA is still low at 1.55. I'm not cured, I'm not curable, but I'm bloody obstinate if anything and intend travelling, drinking, loving, laughing and living until I cannot any longer.
God speed to all those who face an operation. I am living proof there is life, and good quality at that, after surgery. Five years today - bollocks to PCa!
Barry (Bazza)