Thanks for the responses,
I need to try pads or something, it's just I associate that with old people lol. My mum is 83, she is what she is, normally extremely blunt and to the point, but not about my cancer. We did fall out for a year over the film "The Third Man", I can't even remember what the argument was about now! When my eldest niece visits I have to sit in the conservatory - in her ignorance she thinks her and her boyfriend could catch cancer from me. My dad, bless him, asks me how I feel but then changes the subject when I try to tell him.
I have not been told the type of prostate cancer I have, all I know is that it has metastasized locally. Whether or not it is the cause of my bowel and lung cancer I have yet to be told. Hopefully that will be next week. My eldest boy, 27, is really struggling with seeing me as I am now - I was his teams football coach for 10 years and the "hardman" of the Sunday league team when he was growing up - but my youngest son, 25, is completing his masters in bio -chemistry and genetics and has just completed an internship at the main hospital in Oslo (where his girlfriend lives) and is more relaxed about it. I have gone from a man to a mouse in 6 months and apart from the hormone treatment - which I hate - have not had anything else. Feeling weak is worse than the pain of this damn thing. Call it stupid pride, but I can take the pain far more easily than the indignity - perceived or otherwise - of this disease.
I am really at the point where, all things considered, I can't see the point of carrying on any more. Every day is a drudge, fogged up on medication and sleeping pills and no one I can really talk to.
More and more I think I will just let things take their course.
Take care all and don't let my ramblings get you down.
Ian