PROSTATE cancer is definitely not a laughing matter. In fact, it can be deadly serious.
So how is it that whenever I think of my father's recent experience of prostate cancer that I start to giggle? It all comes down to my dad's sense of humour.
A few months ago dad was diagnosed with his second round of cancer, first was bowel and this time round was prostate. Top marks to dad, who regularly got his PSA test done. It was caught early, but was a highly aggressive type of prostate cancer. The surgeon said that if he'd gone a few more months it could have been game over.
Given the level of aggressiveness of the cancer, my father's post-op recovery has been terrible. His plumbing is all out of whack and his lifestyle has been seriously compromised.
Adding to the horror of it all is the wife in the background (and his female physiotherapist) stating the "obvious", but probably not so compassionate, fact that men are a bit sooky la la when it comes to men's health issues. My father now has to hear all about how women have been wetting themselves for decades before a man ever had trouble with his toilet habits.