Men don't like talking about things which aren't, well, manly. We're stupid specimens. We feel embarrassed, self conscious, and unmanly mentioning certain subjects.
We prefer to cough, turn away, change the subject. Get on to firmer territory. Ignore what is important. Thankfully Paul Ferris is not one of us. He is courageous, brutally honest, capable of facing life's fears and traumas full on, talking about the unmentionable. He can spit in the eye of humiliation.
Paul, you see, has prostrate cancer which can strip you of dignity, of self respect, of everything we wish to be. It has no respect, no consideration, no sympathy. Ferris has fought it since he was 51. Since December 2016. He is still fighting it.
