In 1994, my father learned that he had prostate cancer. He was 65 years old, and I was 29. When I was told the news, I was overcome with anxiety. It seemed unbelievable to me. Just thinking about it scared me. At first, I didn’t really seek information about the disease, as if I feared admitting the truth. Nevertheless, from that moment on, prostate cancer diagnoses seemed to come from everywhere: my uncle (my father’s younger brother) also learned that he had the disease, and shortly after, I discovered that my new friend’s father had just undergone a radical prostatectomy… Discover the rest by clicking here

“It’s cancer, Ben, my husband, had said on my office voicemail. I’ll probably need surgery. The risk of temporary incontinence is 95%, and the risk of erectile dysfunction can be high, depending on the type of procedure. By having the surgery, I have an 85% chance of being cured.” My husband believed in honesty, but this time, he had outdone himself. Even though I’ve worked in the healthcare field for many years, nothing in my career had prepared me for the emotions that overwhelmed me… Discover the rest by clicking here

In recent years, I’ve embarked on a journey with my husband that has been both enlightening and educational. Together, we’ve navigated the various steps to take with specialists regarding his illness. They all arrived at the same conclusion: prevention.

Prevention is becoming increasingly important because it saves and prolongs lives. That’s what we’ve learned. We’ve also learned that together, we can do even more. We must lend a hand, share knowledge, and help others benefit from it to build a stronger, more educated community about the disease. We’re all part of the same community, the community of humankind, so let’s help each other strengthen and extend our lives together.

Wishing everyone a good life.