Me too, mate. Especially younger men, who've been diagnosed.
The other day, I found a very old conversation on here. The opening post brought me to tears.
https://community.prostatecanceruk.org/posts/t6254-Death--what-do-y-all-know-about-death
The bit from Mark's post that really got me me was this:
I think and worry about my Deb sorting out my clothes, books, my silly model making stuff, my nerdy computer stuff and importantly my little box of mementoes that I keep very private, these include some of my Dad's wartime things, some love letters, my tungsten darts and photos of my 71\2lb record barbel and a 6lb chub. It probably means nothing to anyone but me, will someone one day find it, see my Dads cap badge and think its junk, photos straight in the bin, letters half read and joining the other stuff in the bin.
I've got a couple of old shoe boxes, decorated in Xmas wrapping paper. They are in the attic under a pile of junk. In them I've kept drawings from my kids and grandkids. Love letters and poems from my wife. Homemade Valentine's cards. Letters of thanks from people I'd helped during my career. Local newspaper clippings of my cricketing 'greatest moments' (they're aren't many of those. 🙂) Letters from my late mum and dad.
'This is your life' in two battered boxes.
I suppose on top of that, hanging on the walls, there are few pieces of artwork I've done. A full set of series 3 Super Zings, I collected with my grandson when he was about four and his first pair of football boots and goalie gloves. And lots of photo albums, many including snap shots of me doing daft. things.
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