A Blank Canvas Waiting – Life After Prostate Cancer

by Michael Nicholson, Company Director and Business Owner, Somerset, UK

I was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. It’s not something that I felt and there was no pain, but I had been getting very tired during the previous 12 months, so when the diagnosis was announced it was no huge surprise. I’d known it was time to stop because my body was saying so. Immediately prior to the diagnosis I had just planned my month ahead and it involved being in Germany for 5 days, Greece for 5 days, Kent for 2 days, possibly Spain for 4 days, London for 4 days and various meetings elsewhere – leaving only about 6 days at home. It was an insane schedule and it needed to stop. And by stopping, I suddenly realised that I had the most amazing blank canvas and I could work my magic on it in whatever way I truly chose to live.

The process of discovering the cancer started with seeing a consultant about the PSA levels that had been recorded at my regular medical check ups, which I had been persuaded to have following a heart attack three years earlier. During this time I had become open to finding out more about my health, which as a man was not something that I had been previously inclined to consider – so this in itself was a true change and fundamental in setting me on the best course to detect and treat early the cancer that presented.

PSA stands for Prostate-Specific Antigen and basically, in a rather crude way, indicates the likelihood of a man having cancer cells in his prostate. It may not be perfect but it can help to detect cancer early. Although my PSA level was not overly high, there had been a change, which lead the Consultant to order an MRI scan. This turned out to be abnormal and so a biopsy was arranged. His intuition and experience proved to be correct and very gently he explained that there were a lot of cancer cells in the left part of my prostate, fewer on the right side, and something needed to happen. He had a beautiful way of the ‘slow reveal’ and it all felt very re-assuring. Of course the more you ask the more will be revealed and it’s a fine assessment on his part as to where to draw the line, as clearly some information is not worth sharing until such time as it becomes evident that it needs to be. Slowly I am being informed – I am learning.

I am no doctor, nor indeed am I very knowledgeable about the workings of the body. I’d studiously ignored everything medical. I now learnt that cancer cells in the prostate grow at different speeds. A very close friend has slow growing cells and a PSA all over the place – so no immediate action. I find that I have a PSA that’s quite stable but a relatively fast growing cancer – so immediate action. They say more men die with prostate cancer than of it, but not if it is growing fast.

My choice was surgery or radiotherapy, with a course of oestrogen (to kick-start the treatment). There are other procedures, but this is not a medical dissertation. I opted for the surgery and it all happened very quickly. In addition to the first consultant I am fortunate to have two other excellent surgeons who will perform the operation. I am told that it will be a Laparoscopic Radical Prostatectomy (LRP), which means keyhole surgery and it turns out that they use 3D for only the sixth or seventh time. We chose a venue and a date, and the deed is done. Afterwards it’s for me to stop not only physically but also deeply letting go and allowing others to do what I would previously, naturally and expectedly, have leapt up to do for them or with them or on their behalf. I very much took on the providing role of the father for family, friends, colleagues and employees, doing lots for everyone else without stopping or just being the tender man I am and feeling that was enough. I absolutely know that this is why I got the cancer in the first place – too much doing for others and not feeling it was enough being just me.

So this is when I discover my blank canvas and I have the opportunity to show what I can do and it’s my type of art and my magic. Here is the moment when I can discover what true healing is and what it is like to have such an intimate part of me examined by all and sundry – because that’s all part of it, that’s the preparation, the getting completely naked and open and surrendered. I can’t heal unless I drop the mask. And I realise that I’m having detailed conversations with my consultant surgeon about matters that I never would have talked about before – or indeed would not have been open to if I hadn’t spent time with Serge Benhayon learning who we truly are as men and how sensitive and tender we are, and from my fellow men and brothers inspired by the way that the Benhayon family live. I find myself discussing erections with the surgeon and my wife and he reassures me that even if I lose some nerves there is a solution. And of course I wake up to find that I have a catheter coming out of my penis, so it begs the question as to how it got there in the first place.

The healing is the foundation of my blank canvas because without this I cannot let go, I cannot surrender and I cannot be truly tender and trust what is and with whom that is. I cannot have a blank canvas if it has splodges of the past on it – how would it reflect to others if it were smudged and difficult to see? Don’t get me wrong but if the healing were easy I would learn nothing. I had a heart attack a few years ago, I got a stent, I healed easily, I changed my way of living even more, and then gradually I climbed back on the express train. I thought that I had changed and indeed I had, but I had not changed from the role that I had been brought up to live and which had carried me upwards but was destined to abandon me and drop me downwards with injury and illness – destined to learn what is true. I now know that I had overplayed the father role, taking on too much and blaming myself for incidents and situations that were really a result of other people’s choices.

My surgery has been, by all accounts, successful; the surgeons have eviscerated the prostate and removed all the cancer. But my healing this time round (as compared to just mending after my heart attack) is bumpy – full of speed bumps. My blood pressure dropped and my blood count was low, so it took time to get out of bed and moving and the nurses worried about me getting blood clots in my veins (DVT). I had a large haematoma, which needed a drain, and two smaller ones that oozed; my bladder had to be stretched to join up with the urethra and just when I’m expecting the catheter to go, I was told that that the bladder is leaking and it needed more healing before it could be taken out – far better an extra week or two with this catheter, I am told, than a re-insertion. Eventually after 6 ½ weeks it was removed and then started the process of re-learning ‘how to have a pee’ – which has launched me on another journey, building a relationship with my pelvic floor.

The consultant apologises for the ‘complications’; I say that I embrace all that has happened and don’t see my healing as punctuated by complication. The consultant tells me he’ll have me back to normal in 3 months; I thank him and say that I don’t wish to go back to normal – that I have a ‘new’ normal. And he concurs.

I find that I’m coming to terms with me and my body, and the scene is set for me to start work on this blank canvas of my life because I have felt the healing every inch of the way. I’m still learning the surrender and need to trust in this.

But when I was seeing this large expanse of whiteness stretching out in front of me and gently day dreaming in my hospital bed I had the sense that I was being looked after and being protected, such that nothing or no-one could or would get in the way of my healing and future living. And thus I was being shown that I had put aside all the physical commitments and now it was time to live a different way, to live in a way that would be in brotherhood with all.

The canvas has no end because it rolls over the horizon from this world to the next and from this life to the next. The speed bumps aren’t visible, but they’re there and I already feel myself being caught up in things that may trip me up – but half the battle is to see these happening and call foul and start over, one step forward at a time. I get the feeling that I’m observing a bit too much and waiting to take that first step. But just because there are speed bumps it doesn’t mean that they have to rise up and slow me down – it’s all down to my choices. It’s all down to my learning and my appreciation of me.

Getting prostate cancer is a big shock to the system, as all will know who’ve been through similar traumas and I was in a whirl. And here I feel even more for my wife – it’s one thing going through it oneself – it’s quite another for one’s partner. We discussed this at length with another couple, one of whom had breast cancer, and our experiences were similar. As the ones with the cancer we had something to do next, a sequence of planned events, a knowing of the next steps; whereas our partners felt all they had was uncertainty.

I would have really freaked out if it hadn’t been for everything that I had heard from Serge Benhayon, from Simone Benhayon and Serge’s family and the Universal Medicine Practitioners who have stood by me – they have all been with me and gently cajole me to deeply rest, as have my wife and my sons and their wives, and so many of our family near and far, and all those who as men have shown what it is like to be true men. I know that this is a teaching and a learning and it is now up to me what I can do with this canvas, this future returning, that is the choice that I now have every hour and every day and every week and every year.

My canvas doesn’t need paint on it – what it needs is a reflection and a living commitment. This will be my magic and my art.


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909 thoughts on “A Blank Canvas Waiting – Life After Prostate Cancer

  1. Beautifully shared Michael – healing from illness is an opportunity to look at things differently – to see it as a marker we can learn from and appreciate what there is to let go of. What you share here is your vulnerability and your sensitivity as a man – letting down the guard and allowing others to support you just as much as you have supported them.

  2. This is a very moving and vulnerable story, I feel like I never really understood the reality of prostate cancer until this detail was gifted in this blog. It is quite beautiful to hear a man surrender to healing on every level, to the needed surgery and medication of course, along with a deep consideration of how to move forward in a new way that heals the issue from the inside out. We all know that the body talks, sometimes it speaks very loudly and other times it’s just a whisper, the positive thing about cancer is that it’s obvious and it gives you the chance to reimprint everything, it gives you a blank canvas to work with as you so eloquently state in this article.

  3. A stunningly honest account of your journey that appears to be blessing in disguise despite the unpleasantness and seriousness of the condition. If only everybody was this willing to appreciate the stop that comes with illness…embrace it… heal and then and see their life as a piece of art to create their masterpiece based on the lessons learned. Gorgeous.

  4. I’m so incredibly inspired by people’s stories on this site. Who would have thought one could find joy in illness? Story after story of people seeing illness on a deeper level, seeing it as an offering to deepen their lives and bring more love to their bodies. This story is an incredible tale of exactly that, thank you.

  5. To feel that you are starting again with a blank canvas is such a gift to yourself and all those around you. We can never underestimate the power of illness and disease to bring true healing.

  6. Thank you for your raw yet honest account of how one is offered a new canvas piece to start imprinting the quality one can live if they choose to be all that they are. Very inspiring!

  7. I can relate to what you have shared about the slow reveal of medical information. It is a gift that some practitioners have to know exactly when and how much to share with their clients. There is a lot to take in with a new diagnosis, reactions can come up and a masterful doctor will read and respond to all this.

  8. Michael, I loved this part ‘I cannot have a blank canvas if it has splodges of the past on it – how would it reflect to others if it were smudged and difficult to see?’ Because how often do we get an opportunity to have a blank canvas but hang onto what we believe is safe based on our previous experiences, if we hold back on our conversation we miss out on what could be on offer a deeper and meaningful exchange, all we need to do is to allow ourselves to be more open.

  9. There is something incredibly beautiful about seeing each day as a blank canvas, not worrying about what has happened in the past and not fearing what is ahead of us but just allowing life to unfold before us like a rose petal.

    1. These are such deeply healing words that say so much about our instant needs to paint a picture of the future not stopping to appreciate the past and what we are living at present.

  10. “The consultant tells me he’ll have me back to normal in 3 months; I thank him and say that I don’t wish to go back to normal – that I have a ‘new’ normal. And he concurs.” Just this line alone is a medical revolution.

  11. Thank you Michael, a lovely sharing, it’s so beautiful that you accepted your illness and decided to use it as the healing it is, a true inspiration for others who may be heading down the same road you went down, but now can be inspired to turn back.

  12. My biggest take-away from re-reading your blog, Michael is that regardless of gender and illness, we optimise our physical healing only if and when we’re prepared to get completely naked, open and surrendered to being honest about the choices we have made that have contributed and led us to the illness or disease in the first place. Dropping the mask, the pretence, the self-denial is the first step. Being able to acknowledge our vulnerability is the second.

  13. Just the understanding that a disease begs to accept what brought us there, let it go, and embrace the fact that we will have to re-imprint life, and construct a new is a great new beginning. As the blog masterly puts it, there is a blank canvas waiting to be painted. It is our responsibility what we put on it or not.

  14. A lot of people talk about “fighting cancer or battling cancer” which puts them into an energy of having to conquer something or overcome something. What I love about this article is that there is not a sense of having to battle anything, but more an invitation to surrender to the process and allow the healing to occurs from that place of deep acceptance.

  15. It is true that if healing were easy we would not learn much. There is so much to appreciate for the changed you have made Michael, and it is humbling to read your experience and what you have taken from this time.

  16. What is interesting about the process described here is how your relationship changed with your own body and health with an increased understanding and engagement. Involving looking at how your lifestyle and quality may have contributed to your health issues.Very inspiring Michael!

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