My Struggle

As most of you know, I don’t have a lot of time for well off, first-world people talking about ‘their struggle’ with anything very much. Footballers and tennis players enjoying an income of £10 million a year telling us how ‘tough’ their ankle injury has made life. Really?

One trip to a refugee camp is usually enough to banish such self-pity in even the most narcissistic among us.

Earlier this month on my last evening before isolation, I celebrated 70 years of being me and 70 years of the amazing Scope, with a party and fundraiser in London. The event raised a ton of money and we had a riotous time. I played and sang the blues with my friends.

From there, a quiet week of navel gazing and wine gums, then an all out attack on my insides by blade-wielding robots. Yep that is a bit sore.

We agreed on a scorched earth option and it’s worked.

After a consultation this morning with the surgeon who carried out my operation two weeks ago, I am delighted to let you know that they were able to contain and remove all the visible cancer in my body.

They will take one final set of tests at the end of August, but he says there is more than a 99% chance that I am all clear. if there is any residue they will treat with radiotherapy but this is unlikely.

The op was radical in nature and my recovery will take some time. I’m housebound for the next few weeks then I’ll take it day by day. A lot of the outcome will be down to hard work and exercise from me. You have all been great supporters and it’s made a real difference. The doctor was adamant that I need time and rest to get over such a large procedure, so bear with me for a while.

It’s not been a struggle. I haven’t battled against cancer. This is not a bulletin on my fight with cancer.

The above are all cheap off the peg over-used phrases by the melodrama that is lazy journalism.

It’s not me confronting the cancer, it’s the doctors. My attitude to it would have had no effect. Praying for me by dear friends and family was much appreciated.

The only part I played was to decide to have radical surgery rather than nothing. If I’d done nothing I’d have been dead inside a year. That didn’t suit me.

‘Life-changing consequences’ is what I’ve been promised… What more could a boy want at this time of life? Beats same-old-same-old every time.

I’ll give out some interviews of course, telling everyone how tough it’s been and what a struggle I’ve had. Jeez, these Syrian refugees, they don’t know they’re born …