Cancer. An update.

In the last two or three weeks I’ve had a massive life event which I cannot even try to make light of.

I know you’re not here to read about cancer. If I was you, I’d be pretty apprehensive about even thinking about it. Nobody wants to think about the bad things in life. Not really.

Somehow, I’m still alive. I’m still here. I’ve written about what happened and covered in some of the blanks but it was all so sudden. So unexpected.

On Friday I saw my wife, for real, in the flesh. It was the first time since doctors told me I was going to palliative or “end of life” care. My son was told I was about to die. My wife was told nothing could be done. The biopsy results, my body and a million other stars somehow aligned to find out the exact type of cancer it was. Within hours I was lucky enough to be in the haematology in the QE Hospital here in Birmingham and I’m undergoing chemotherapy.

I’d like to highlight the fact that it’s Blood Cancer Awareness Month. Leukaemia, Lymphoma, Myeloma – whatever you want to call it. Be aware of the signs. It can hit people at any age. Don’t think you’re immune because you’re young and fit. Let the NHS take care of you. Don’t think stuff will magically “fix” itself.

If you can, please, give them a bit of money too.