A big welcome to you and thank you for joining Prostate Paladin! 🎉@Faith-Creates Faith-Build and @Thalassa Field This community is all about raising awareness, sharing helpful information, and encouraging open conversations about prostate health. Whether you're here to learn for yourself, support a loved one, or simply understand the topic better, we're glad to have you here. Feel free to explore the resources in the Classroom and join the conversations whenever you're ready. Every question, shared experience, and conversation can help someone feel more informed and supported. Let's give our new members a warm welcome in the comments! 👇

Please welcome Thabit to Prostate Paladin, I am very grateful he is with us! Thabit, if you feel comfortable, please introduce yourself to the community. Prostate Paladin is dedicated to increasing prostate awareness for men and their families. We are doing this to help everyone know and understand the prostate and the impact it can and will have on their lives. . Please make yourself comfortable wherever you are happy. You can browse, open a post, join conversations and more. Please read the important information in the Welcome and Start Here modules in the Classroom. Introduce yourself, your community, keep us up with what is going on there. Prostate Paladin is a safe space - we do not share our stories outside of skool.

Please welcome Craig to Prostate Paladin, I am very grateful he is with us! Craig's community is called The Glucose Reset It is a great place to learn more about regulating glucose in your body. Craig, if you feel comfortable, please introduce yourself to the community. Prostate Paladin is dedicated to increasing prostate awareness for men and their families. We are doing this to help everyone know and understand the prostate and the impact it can and will have on their lives. . Please make yourself comfortable wherever you are happy. You can browse, open a post, join conversations and more. Please read the important information in the Welcome and Start Here modules in the Classroom. Introduce yourself, your community, keep us up with what is going on there. Prostate Paladin is a safe space - we do not share our stories outside of skool.

I read something this week that put me straight back into a conversation I had a few years ago. Kevin Webber, 61, Surrey. Told in 2014 he had about two years. Still here, still in treatment, twelve years on. That part is good news and I will take it gladly. But the bit I keep turning over is this. Four days after chemotherapy he found his tongue had gone completely black, and nobody had told him that could happen. He had to go and look it up himself. I know a man who hit the same wall from a different direction. A friend of mine here in Thailand had prostate cancer caught early. When he went back for treatment, the mapping from his first MRI was gone. The machines only keep it about ninety days. Nobody had told him to ask for a copy, so he had the whole scan done over again. He was going for a second opinion and he needed the mapping. Both of them were given the treatment. Neither of them was given the manual. That is a reoccuring theme with the prostate, because nobody talks about it, nobody knows. So here is what I want from you today. What is the one thing about your own prostate, or about the prostate of the man you love, that you only found out by accident? Put it below. Somebody else in here is about to need it. https://www.skool.com/prostate-paladin-4886/about

Last weekend was Thanksgiving in Canada. Let me tell you about a man called Ken. Ken is not a real man. He is a lot of real men. If you were at a family dinner last weekend, there is a good chance one of them was at your table. Ken is 70. Retired. Three grandkids. Every year the family does Thanksgiving Sunday at his son Dave's house, ninety minutes down the 401. Ken started planning the day before. Not the food. The bathroom. He skipped his coffee in the morning. He went to the toilet twice before they left the house, the second time with his coat already on. Forty minutes in, he needed to go. He pulled into the ONroute and told his wife Joan he was getting gas. The tank was three-quarters full. Joan looked at the gauge and said nothing. At Dave's house there were twenty-two people, a twenty-pound turkey and one bathroom on the main floor. Ken knew where it was before he had his coat off. Dinner started at five. Ken ended up at the far end of the table, against the wall. Bad seat. Every time he needed to go, three people had to shuffle their chairs in. The first trip was before second helpings. A quick "excuse me." Fine. The second trip was the bad one. The door was locked. His niece was in there. Ken stood in the hallway for five minutes, holding it, looking at the line of light under the door and trying to look like a man who was just admiring the family photos. When he finally got in, nothing came quickly. You would think that when you have to go that badly, it would rush out. With an enlarged prostate it often does not. It starts, it stops, it dribbles. Somebody knocked. "Just a minute," Ken said, for the third time. When he sat back down, the pie was already cut. His granddaughter Maya, who is nine, asked for the whole table to hear: "Grandpa, why do you keep leaving?" "Too much cranberry juice," he said. Big laugh. Ken laughed too. He did not find it funny. He said no to the coffee with the pie. He said no to the glass of wine Dave poured him. Not because he did not want them. Because there was still the drive home.