Kev's describes the time -and the moment- that incurable disease changed his life forever:
"I was feeling good, in fact I was feeling great. I had just run some mega races, I was doing well at work, my family were good too, my plans for 2015 were already set with entry into the Brighton marathon and a race called The Wall; 120k across Hadrian's Wall in May.
"I was on holiday in August 2014 staying at my brother in law's house in Charleston when I started getting up in the night for a wee once or twice a night. I put this down to a few beers, different diet, the water; just things to do with the holiday and really nothing else.
"When I got back home from vacation, however, it continued and at work it started feeling like I was sitting on a golf ball; 5 minutes one day, 20 the next, then not at all for a few days. Very random, not painful, just uncomfortable. Then when having 'relations' with my wife, nothing came out of the end at the end if you get my drift. Everything felt normal though.
"I didn't wait too long before -unlike so many men- I made an appointment at the doctor's. I didn't think it was urgent so just booked an appointment for a week or so later.
"It would have been late September to early October 2014 when I actually saw the doctor. I explained my symptoms and he booked in a blood test and did the first of many of what I now call 'special doctors handshakes'."
Early Tests & Investigations Reveal a Terrible Possibility
"A week or so later I was back for those initial results. My Dad had had prostate cancer about 10 years before and it didn't seem to affect him much, although I just thought it was probably some form of minor infection. The doctor looked at me and explained that the blood test was also called a PSA test and at my age a score of between 2 and 4 was normal. At the height of my Dad's cancer his score was about 12. The the doc looked at me and said that he was sorry (not sure why, it was not his fault?) but my score was 342 and that meant I probably had prostate cancer. He then looked at me and said with a kind of flicked switch moment that my Dad had prostate cancer too. I always remember walking out the door with an urgent referral for the hospital and his last words were "Good luck."
"A guy at work had been diagnosed with curable prostate cancer a year before, he had been treated and was mending well. So I thought that that should be me too then; an operation, some drugs and back to normal."