Greetings. How Do?
This is a video I was asked to do for the Male Breast Cancer Coalition. As you can see, I am talking about my favourite subject.
Hello reader. A lot has happened since I last posted .Jeremy Corbyn was surprisingly elected leader of the Labour Party. We have a new Mayor in London. Donald Trump has (even more surprisingly) become a front-runner as president of the US and in doing so made a Bush (Jeb in this case) come across as moderate. Oh and Leyton Orient went through another couple of managers and became even more of a laughing stock.
Anyway, it is not all doom and gloom here.
Below is a post wot I wrote on social media a few months ago as an exclusive to be put in this blog. I am thinking of turning it into a musical.
The past few weeks have been rough for me. I have been feeling even more tired than normal, often having to go to sleep at various times of the day at short notice. Everything is a chore. I have also developed pains in the muscles in the upper part of my arms, which wake me up a few times during the night. I get the feeling that these and all my other symptoms are now a part of my life and will always be thus.
I went to see my diabetic nurse (she is not diabetic herself I do not think) and my GP, to discuss these symptoms and to see if it is down to the dreaded Tamoxifen or if my diabetes is partly to blame.
Well the opinion of both is that it is nothing to do with the diabetes and everything to do with a drug that is supposed to be for women but is taken by men as well only because there is nothing else available and there has been no fucking research into men and Tamoxifen. Ergo there is nothing I can do except tough it out, until I stop taking them after 5 (or possibly 10) years. This brings up another problem as to the question of me wanting to get off them, because the consensus of the medical experts is that it (probably) stops a recurrence of breast cancer, so I am not sure that I want to stop taking them anyway.
All of this has given me bouts of depression, but hey you just cannot please some people can ya? 😉
Right, let’s try and brighten the mood.
Oh I KNOW!! Here is a story from last September
In September of last year, I went for my annual mammogram. There was a nice atmosphere in the seating area I looked up and saw a sign that I had never noticed before in the waiting area. “Gentleman please sit in the main waiting area or corridor, this is a female waiting area”
I thought nothing of it as I was there for a mammogram and that was where I always sat.
I was chatting to a woman who was there for a mammogram and her husband was there with her.
We were having a laugh and swapping stories as you do in these situations. A young lad arrived looking scared, I was trying my best to comfort the lad and said that even if it was breast cancer, it seems that they had caught it early enough so he should be fine.
After about 40 minutes, a nurse came out and shouted to the myself and the other two blokes that we had to move. I said that I was there for a mammogram and that I had every right to sit there, as did the young lad. It was all very humiliating, but I did not want to appear to be a troublemaker.
We were move about eight feet away along the side of the corridor. Where we could still see and hear them obviously. So now the woman had to be on her own and not allowed to speak to her husband.
Then to my horror the nurse who had made us move, was also the nurse who was giving me my mammogram.
As it happened, it was the most comfortable one I have had.
I challenged her on her decision to move us and she said that it was for reasons of chivalry and that men should give up their seats for women!!
I could see that it was pointless arguing with her, but surely, it is more down to how one feels health wise rather than gender, there were actually plenty of seats for everyone there.
Nobody there was in gowns .SJ had been in the x-ray dept a couple of months before and there was no separation there and that was with men and women in gowns. Strange
It’s bad enough having to have it done, without that humiliation.
Oh. This blog is not very happy, is it?
How about another joke?
My mate is learning about the capital of Egypt while manipulating my back
He calls it Cairo Practice.
Calm down at the back.
I am pleased to say that I have taken part in more media work (more of which in my next post, which judging by how long it took me to write this one, will be in 2018)
Just after my last post, I had the fortune to be on Radio London with the delightful JoAnne Good (who I have just noticed shares her birthday with me and some beardy bloke that I know)
It was by far the best interview that I have ever given, thanks to the fact that Jo had actually done some research into me via this blog, so I did not feel under pressure and did not have to explain what I had been through as Jo was doing a lot of that for me.
Have a listen
Aye aye, that’s ya lot.
Hoping to have another post up before August, but then again, I am hoping to be able to play bass like Jack Bruce
Love Peace and a cup of meat free Bovril