CLOSE CALL

Closing my eyes tightly, I braced myself. ‘Won’t be long,’ the doctor said, slapping 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 dreaded awkward exams regularly.

I’d had a few already – knew they were important.

This time, though, something was wrong.

Feeling something