Six Years In

Life – Terror. Ecstasy. Fight. Denial. Flight. Failure. PAIN. Forgiveness. Reconciliation. Hope. Love. Peace – Death.

Six years ago to the very day – 23/12/2015 just an ordinary day, then, after what I thought were routine checks, I was told by my GP I had prostate cancer.

Three short months later – 17/3/2016 ‘Paddy s Day’ – and radical prostatectomy surgery.

Another 3 short months, June 2016 post-surgery biopsy revealed the cancer had metastasized (spread outside of the prostate gland). I was informed that I have advanced (incurable) prostate cancer.

Six years and a global pandemic on?

I am still here and so is my cancer and so is a Global Covid-19 Pandemic.

I am currently in Australia visiting my beautiful grandson for the very first time, during Christmas. A dream come true. I had begun to lose hope that this day would ever happen.

It feels like a dream, to see him and his mum, my daughter Perri, to watch him play, cry, smile, breath? To smell him, hear him, touch and cuddle him ‘love him’ is just a complete joy. Life is good.

Life is fantastic.

I will take what I can, whenever I can, for as long as I can.

For the next couple of weeks, at least, I will embrace every second of my beautiful grandson at such a magical point in his life (14 months old). Afterwards I will return to the UK to continue my ‘fight’ for more, precious ‘time‘.

The future?

‘Cancer vaccine’ and ‘precision medicine’ trials are both on the horizon, January’22.

Hopefully, many more trips, visits with my Grandson and the most amazing news! We heard on Christmas day my Son and his partner are pregnant! We are looking forward to our second grandchild, in early July 2022.

Hope.

That I can beat the odds and will get to enjoy my grandchildren for many many years to come.

Thanks For Reading Hears to a Happy & Healthy New Year.

Peace