A quick and flippant update, genuinely not intended to upset anyone who doesn't like my view of 'we're all at some point gonna die anyway, so may as well pass-through with a smile on your face'.
Hardly unexpectedly, my recent bone-scan (http://community.prostatecanceruk.org/posts/t16330--Jackie-Gleason-said) shows spread - though not as much as expected... I was anticipating something like those high-above aerial shots of the USA in which it's clear that 'somebody's left a lot of lights on all over the place'.
As seems to be common, sternum and spine have been occupied. (The former perhaps as a staging-post for potential breast cancer as the hormone effects increase.)
From the pain levels in recent months, I'd been expecting widespread pelvic activity... wondering whether 'pelvis amputation' was viable set me thinking about Doctor Who, and how Davros the Dalek leader was nought but an ugly blob sitting on a shelf in a Dalek suit, and whether I could get a mobility scooter suitably adapted with sink plunger and death ray.
On the plus-side, my long-troublesome groin pain seems to have mysteriously disappeared... 'cancer's probably eaten whatever was causing it' suggests my adult daughter - a cue for us to launch into a riff about how developing a Pacman-type phone game in which the fruit-gathering hero is replaced by a highly-mobile tissue-gobbling cancer cluster dodging radiotherapy blasts and chemo-floods could be our path to prosperity.
When I was a kid, among the ongoing delights (with catapults and Beano) was the 'Observer pocket books'... a trainspotter-thing in which you 'ticked-off' items you'd seen.
The 'Birds' volume was a favourite, and I've always been surprised by apparently just how common the Golden Eagle is in small seaside towns - my mates and I had all seen 'em, without venturing anywhere near a Scottish highland. (Of course, being fellow man-from UNCLE agents alongside Napoloen Solo probably helped.)
Anyway, I'm wondering whether a 'hospital' variant might be viable... in which you progressively tick-off MRI, bone-scanner, CT - along with urologist, oncologist, morgue attendant, etcetera.
Hhhmmm... could be a goer that one - perhaps better than the phone game idea.
So, in closing, with due regard to mortality I'll keep the bucket list on the short-side... at least the Harry Potter series seem to have dried-up, so I'll not have to worry about potentially missing-out on 'Harry and the Secret of the Smoothies' (in which our hero, approaching middle-age, has become a tad flabby round the midriff and embraces weight-loss diets). And that desire to 'sing, like Emmylou Harris, on a tv talent show' was never serious anyway (despite the hormone therapy potentially boosting my chances).
Anyway, gotta go... have a date with a CT scanner. (I'm wondering just how long it'll be before the 'Siemens' logo has subconsciously imprinted itself on me, and I order one of their hearing aids even though I'm not deaf).