I've been fighting my own battle since May, and it’s a tough road. I’m at the very beginning of it, and I know how much sacrifice and patience this fight will cost me. When I read your posts, I’m filled with hope that things will turn out okay. Many of us feel fear about what comes next, about how the disease will progress or if it will recur. What I’m about to say might shock many of you, but screw that! Stop feeding the cancer with your worries and fear. Many of you are probably thinking, 'What the hell is he talking about?' And you’re right. Worrying, fear, and crying won’t change anything anymore. Don’t poison your life or the lives of your loved ones. Start thinking positively and enjoy life. That’s what I’m going to do, because I’m sick of watching the system treat us like statistics while we lose our lives to fear and 'shame'. That’s why I stopped talking and started writing—not for the institutions, but for us. This is my manifesto. It’s raw, it’s full of rage, and it’s high time we stopped pretending that getting checked is a sign of weakness. The real sign of weakness is our f***ing pride, which forbids us from going to the urologist when things start to go wrong. If this hits home, share it. Let’s make some noise. Every life is precious, and watching your children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren grow up is priceless.
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5 Minutes
You think you’re a stud, that your fire still burns,
But cancer is waiting, as the tide slowly turns.
When the desire is there, but your gear says "no",
Cancer’s eating your manhood, quiet and slow.
Prostate and balls, that’s your foundation, mate,
Without them, your "soldier" is left to his fate.
But pride is the enemy, whispering lies:
"Don't go to the doctor, don't be that guy."
Screw the pride, man, crush all your fears,
You’ve got a say in how this appears.
Don't be afraid, let the shame just die,
Five minutes at the doc’s will save your life.
(Chorus) Screw the pride, man, crush all your fears,
You’ve got a say in how this appears.
Don't be afraid, let the shame just die,
Five minutes at the doc’s will save your life.
You think you’re a king, owning the bed,
That sickness will pass, and you’ll keep your head.
But cancer’s a sly one, hiding from sight,
It’ll cut you down in the prime of your light.
When the gear won't fire, but the craving is high,
You’ve missed the battle, you’ve let it slide by.
Instead of the master, the one in control,
You’ll be curled in a hospital bed, losing your soul.
(Chorus) Screw the pride, man, crush all your fears,
You’ve got a say in how this appears.
Don't be afraid, let the shame just die,
Five minutes at the doc’s will save your life.
When cancer is eating your insides out,
And pride’s left you stupid, lost in the doubt,
When the wires are cut, and the power’s gone,
Game over, mate – you’re as good as done.
So ditch the shame that’s stuck in your head,
Before it’s the neighbours mourning the dead.
Save your future, change how you live,
A quick check-up is the life you can give.
Would you rather an obituary on your page,
Than a moment of shame, at any stage?
Too ashamed to check, to see how you’re made?
Be ashamed when your life starts to fade.
So choose wisely: five minutes with the guy,
Or a life in the dark, where love goes to die? Screw the pride!
Go get checked, take a stand, And never talk b******* about "shame" in this land.
Never talk b******* about "shame" in this land.
Never talk b******* about "shame" in this land.