After a recent trip to the lovely city of Budapest, I decided to get my Bill Bryson on and put my pen to paper and write about my running experiences along the banks of the Danube and on Magaret Island
I like to think running a marathon is like being on a rollercoaster, theres a whole loads of build up, you reach the start line then its pure misery for 26.2 miles, you finish dehydrated, shorter in stature and your body flipping hates you, actually scrap that, running a marathon is nothing like a rollercoaster, if it was, health and safety would have shut that theme park long time ago.
Ahh February, that nothing month, frustratingly not Spring, and the excitement of the Christmas period has long gone. February also happens to be Orchid's Male Cancer month, and coincidently it just so happens to mark a whole year since my last cancer smashing treatment, which I shall tell you about now.
The reason I'm posting it now is to share my experience and to help out anyone who maybe about to or is about to go through chemotherapy, be it for Testicular Cancer or not. A year on, its strange to look back at what I went through, It feels like it happened to someone else, all the side effects have disappeared, I feel fit and healthy and life has returned to normal.
The morning of my deconjoining, or as the doctors less dramatically call it, "orchidectomy", wasn't the easiest morning I've ever had, like with cannulas, I'm not the best with being spliced open, but needs must to avoid dying.
I'll never forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer, it was the 7th...or was it the 8th of March? Anyway, let's not nitpick dates. I'd previously been to see my GP in January about a couple of pea-sized lumps on my bastard right testicle, "Don't worry, they're cysts" he told me, "but I'll send you for a scan anyway"