Hi Tony.👋
I found this poem in an old Valentines card I'd made for my wife. It was written five years before my diagnosis and made me realise that things were already changing before prostate cancer entered my life:
"As life goes by, it changes. It's very plain to see. Not always for the better. Just take a look at me.
Athletic days are over. My waist line clearly shows. The only thing that's running now. My constant snotty nose.
The only thing that's thinner? Is the hair upon my head. No more need for clippers. Just polish it instead.
My sex drive has diminished. It's getting worse I fear. I often need a jump-start. Get stuck in second gear.
My memory's quickly fading. My libido's very poor. If I find a 'morning glory'. I've forgotten what it's for.
Pillow talk's now different. Not sexually fantasy. More about the garden. Or what we'll have for tea.
Love whispers in the bedroom. Once sounds of sexual glee. Now moans and groans restricted. To going for pee.
Our bed is so much colder. My circulation's poor. Only time the earth moves. Is when I start to snore.
Lust once electrifying. Sent sparks across the sheets. Now, it's just the static. From hard skin on me feet.
Sex sent us close to boiling. That's what it used to do. Now, only hot and steamy. When you fetch up a brew.
Between the sheets at weekends. Exploring was such fun. Now, all I ever search for. Is the sports page of the Sun.
Once dribbled Champers on you. And licked off melted chocs. Now, the only foreplay. Is taking off me socks.
Some days we'd do it four times. And each of them would last. Now, it's just biannual. And over very fast.
Sex heightened all our senses. A tingling it would bring. Now deaf and partially sighted. We hardly feel a thing.
Then sex included oral. And games of kiss and dares. Now my only blow job. Is struggling up the stairs.
Once gentle oily massage. Enhanced our golden tan. Now, pallid and arthritic. We rub on Algepan.
You made my heart beat faster. Blood rushed through every vein. Now, it's high cholesterol. That makes it race again.
On top of that my thyroid. Is under active too. That's why I'm underactive. When I'm on top of you.
We used to grind for hours. Performing without fault. Now our hips have seized up. We've grinded to a halt.
So we've lost a little romance. Some physicality. But always see the funny side. And giggle constantly.
Yes, time has seen some changes. But one thing has stayed true. Past, present, and in future. I'll keep on loving you."
Edited by member 11 Jan 2025 at 07:47
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