An old acquaintance of mine recently was diagnosed with prostate cancer. I hope he reads this, and finds within it the grounds for positive thinking.
As for me, my thoughts are with you.
I have prostate cancer. But I am happy (at The Guardian)
The principles that define a good life protect me from despair, despite this diagnosis and the grisly operation I now face
... So I have sought to discuss my prostate cancer as I would discuss any other issue. I make no apologies for subjecting you to the grisly details: the more familiar they become, the less horrifying. In doing so, I socialise my condition. Last month, I discussed the remarkable evidence suggesting that a caring community enhances recovery and reduces mortality. In talking about my cancer with family and friends, I feel the love that I know will get me through this. The old strategy of suffering in silence could not have been more misguided.