It's dead weird what Cancer (with a big C) does to your brain and not just your body. I remember the day I got diagnosed was a big blur of telling my family not to bother coming to the hospital while I get the scans "cos it'll be over pretty soon", and wondering if I could get to Stansted on time to make the end of the Frightened Rabbit rehearsal that we were doing before a show in Swansea the next day. how very male of me. 

Truthfully it doesn't matter how many times you tell yourself that "life goes on" because to have the word cancer associated with you and having to face mortality in that way at 27 is pretty odd, I guess it was the first time that death paused to look at me in the eye.

the people around me did the best they could but we didn't really know what we were doing; it was only when I reached out to that company where the lads grow their moustaches at the end of the year that I started to look at this stupid tumour for what it really was; I met with a dude called Ben and he bought me a pint in Clerkenwell and we hashed this thing out, not the surgery, obvs, Dr. Nuttall took care of that...yeah that was his name..

I was and still am of the opinion that my brain and my body aren't really on the same team as each other, they aren't really pals anymore, hopefully by next April they'll be on speaking terms.

thanks for having a read, my story isn't particularly rare and male cancer is so annoyingly close to being stamped out entirely. I'm proud to be supported by the organisation that's leading that charge.