What's next? Trans-rectal, ultrasound-guided biopsy

Fate sometimes, conspires, doesn't it? I was away on business for the next few days so didn't receive the urgent first-class posted letter that had dropped through my door, only a couple of days after the MRI scan. Not having received it, I was a bit gob-smacked to get a phone call from a lady wanting to confirm my appointment for a biopsy.

"Er, what biopsy?"
"You've not had the letter?"
"Nope, I'm in Birmingham at a conference."
"Your MRI results are showing a shadow on the prostate and Mr Smith (name changed) has decided you need to have a biopsy."
"I see."

Visiting the urology department specialist

The invitation to visit the Urology department at my local hospital was fast-tracked. When the NHS fast-track it usually means that someone phones and tells you to get your arse over there double-quick. This was no different, although it was a letter, actually. And the appointment was a couple of days later. Yeah, no need to fret. Prostate cancer is not a fast-growing one, but nonetheless, they still had their skates on.

I went and found the Urology department, taking along my trusty minder (who shall be named Gloria, to protect the innocent). The waiting room was jam-packed with blokes of a certain age - most, to be fair, older than me. Or they looked it. Gloria and I looked at each other and she said, "Get used to this, mate."