I must be the only person to react to a diagnosis of cancer by going to the pub for a couple of celebratory pints.
i had a slightly raised psa test. After the examination by the doc he told me he was sending me for a mri test. He said the test would be scored from 1–5. If I scored 1 or 2 I would be clear, 3 would result in a telephone call, if 4 or 5 I would receive an appointment for a biopsy. Apparently 4 means probable cancer, 5 means very probable cancer. When the appointment letter for the biopsy arrived I was decidedly nervous.
I’d had biopsy 10 years earlier which was clear. But when I got the results I noticed they had a clear system for telling you. If you were clear a nurse would tell you, if it was bad news a doctor would see you. This time I was told I would be seen by a doctor, so even more nervous.
it turned out that they’d found a microscopic spot of cancer cells. Apparently my chances of dying from prostate cancer within 15 years are a mere 4%. When the doctor uttered the words “you don’t need any treatment“ I nearly wept with relief. Hence the trip to the pub.
Two years on still having the regular blood tests but so far everything good.