CLOSE CALL
Apr 09, 2020
3 minutes
Closing my eyes, I braced myself as a doctor slapped on a pair of latex gloves.
It was January last year, and I was having what I’m sure every man dreads – a prostate exam.
Ever since I’d turned 50, I had to have these awkward exams regularly.
I’d had a few already – knew they were important.
This time, though, something was wrong.
Feeling something abnormal, the doctor referred me to Cheltenham Hospital for
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