The first hint that something might be wrong was that, for once, my GP’s surgery seemed anxious to see me. Normally, getting an appointment takes weeks, but this time my phone bleeped with a text requesting I pay an “urgent” visit.
“Urgent” isn’t a word that’s cropped up before in my medical history: in 49 years, I’ve barely had a day’s illness. But after years of getting up to pee rather too often during the night, I’d finally got round the week before to one of those routine prostate cancer checks that men of my age are advised to have. Yep, the rubber glove job, although normally, that’s as far as the trauma goes. While a weak bladder can be a sign of prostate cancer, it can also just mean…
