Kev has been writing about living with inoperable prostate cancer for a few years now and whilst it is obviously very important to Kev, running is only a part of the story. His blogs evolved from emails he would write to communicate with his friends/colleagues/supporters en masse and they have since evolved in complexity and scope. Here we have put them into blog form, the most recent at the top so scoll down for the ones dating back to the start. They give an incredible insight into this kind of experience and how we can all move forward from such a traumatic and devastating moment.
Below is his first 'blog', from November 2014, which was actually an email to his colleagues at the bank not long after his diagnosis. It's powerful and sobering to say the least reading something back which was written right there and then in the middle of the maelstrom.
Hope January was a great month for you? For me every year starts as a new beginning, what has gone before has gone so its all about hope and expectation for this year to bring better than before, something that I found hard to believe at the start of 2015, 2016 and 2017 but this year is different. Why the difference? I guess that my reality has sunk in now and the joy of what I can try to do rather than what I may not be able to fills my head.
Hi Everyone, a happy New Year to you all.
Breathe and smile, today was the monthly blood results day and they have gone back to the joint best ever of 0.11, always great to hear (for me anyway!) and means that I have another month. I was thinking about an analogy for how I feel in life, I guess it’s a bit like if I was a footballer whose team is 3-0 down and are in the 93rd minute .Yes the game is probably lost but I don’t know how many more minutes the ref will give us, I was only expecting 2 and have had 3 already, the ref could blow the whistle at any time but I will keep on trying my hardest because even losing 3-1 will be better than 3-0 as the buzz of getting that goal will make me feel good at the time and hopefully encourage the team to keep trying in the next match as they may win that one even if I am no longer in the team. Hope that makes sense?
Its been two months since I last wrote and was hoping to tell you tales of long training runs and completion of a 3 day 90 mile training race but sadly that is not the case. Going back to my September race in Iceland, you may recall that I smashed up my left leg a lot on the rough terrain and then ran a marathon a month later when I should have been resting. Well the leg is still not behaving. It is nearly there to be fair but the balance of rest and staying fit is a hard one to achieve when time is not on my side so I keep thinking its ok and then over doing it. The upshot was that for the third year in a row injuries have stopped me running “The Druids Challenge” 90 mile race, maybe its just not meant to be.
Today I launch my new challenge for 2018, I hope that after reading this you will see that I am yet again attempting to push myself harder than ever before and hope that you will support me as you have before in any way you feel able.
It’s a couple of weeks shy of 3 years ago when I had that fateful meeting with the Doc who told me that I may only live for 2 years. Since that time I know of others in my situation that did not even make 6 months and others who have been around for a bit longer. All I can say is that a combination of the right attention and meds from my fab oncologists and I believe a regime of amended diet and exercise have kept me not only here but still able to contemplate these challenges. That said, I would be lying if I said that my situation has not given me additional issues physically and mentally along the way.
Apologies today for this will be a long update being the end of my 1,000 mile journey but I do hope that you enjoy the read?
So last time I was about to set off to Iceland for my final “big race”, Fire and Ice. It did not disappoint in being a tough one, not mentally or with heat like the MDS but tough in a gnarly and uncomfortable way. I guess at no time did it feel as hard as the desert race and I never felt like giving up but it was a race of contrasts as ever, massive highs visually and with camaraderie amongst the runners but nasty with the cold, wet plus awkward terrain.
Hi all, sorry its been so long (relief from you no doubt!) but I wanted to get today out of the way first.
When I left you last time I was about to embark on Al Andalus, 230k race in Spain. It was billed as being tough and my word was it. There is something about me and racing in Spain that does not bode well as my previous only ever DNF (Did not Finish) was there last year as a similar time.
The race was small but like many things that way, beautiful and perfectly formed. There was only 72 starters, nothing like the 1,200 that race in the Marathon Des Sables (MDS). For those of you who follow me in facebook, I did a “live” session each day, I hope that you saw just how beautiful, hot and hard it was. Unlike the MDS though we did not have to carry our kit as that was shipped to each finish every day, all we needed was water and food for the day.
Welcome to another long read!
Lets get the bad news out of the way first………………….………..I still have not won the lottery, that’s it, nothing else bad in this update so breathe easy (like I am ;-)!
A busy month was June, the big one in terms of miles was joining Jeff Stelling (and 500 others) for his 15 marathons in 15 days in the Prostate Cancer UK March for Men although only 3 of us were aiming to do all 15 including Jeff.
Back so soon I hear you all sigh!
Well its been an eventful month so thought an update now would be appropriate as I pack my things to start on my next adventure.
Where to start is always a dilemma for me but I am delighted to say that this read is generally good news so no need for any tissues today!
So two weeks back from the Sahara and am starting to return to reality. Firstly, I would like to thank again everyone who has sponsored me to date and all those who sent me emails both here and whilst in the desert. It was a massive boost for me every night to get those in the tent and genuinely helped build my resolve to put my shoes back on blistered feet again the next morning and do it all over.
So I am off to the Sahara on Friday, (2 more sleeps very excited and scared in equal measure), thank you for your support to date. I will never be able to thank you enough for the kindness you have give me mentally or physically over the last two years and if you have also been able to support Prostate Cancer UK in that time thank you even more, the money is making a difference.
Well baring some kind of disaster, I will be boarding a plane for the desert a week today, Friday 7th. I have all the kit, the food, my medication, medical sign offs from 3 doctors, been heat acclimatised plus the excitement of being able to do my only bucket list item again, I never thought that would be the case this time last year. Those of you who have seem me recently may have noticed a massive grin on my face for much of the time, those dark thoughts are not in town right now that’s for sure!
This months blog is as ever highs and lows, I am delighted to say that there are only a few lows and many more highs so the sky is blue and the sun is shining in my world right now. Sorry its so long (oo err) but so much has happened in the last 6 weeks.
So to go back to where I left off, my hip was still not right so I pulled out of a 45 mile race, my last blood test had flattened out which had me worried that it was the bottom apex of the curve so concerns in two important areas to me.