I have shared this story before but it was the start of everything, so here it is again.
Sixteen years ago a friend at an airport told me I had a prostate problem I knew nothing about. No pain. No warning. Just thirty awkward seconds while we waited for a flight, and then we moved on. That short conversation is the reason I started paying attention, and the reason this community exists.
I think about that a lot. I was the last to know about my own body. Most men are. We explain the early signs away. It is usually someone else who notices first and finds the nerve to say something.
What bothers me most is I had an older boss at the time who actually complained of his prostate making him get up at night and keeping him tired during the day.
It was only later after my friend pointed it out to me that I realized I had been getting up multiple times a night, even then - but I assumed it was normal ageing. I now know better.
So here is what I want to ask you. Who noticed first for you - was it you, or was it someone who loves you? And if you are the one doing the noticing right now, what is stopping you from saying the thing?
No wrong answers here. I would like to hear your stories. Alternatively, just speak out to someone you love and have that 30 second awkward conversation. That is all I really want.