What Not to Say to a Prostate Cancer Patient

My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.

James 1:2-4

It’s not the big one Elizabeth. I’m not coming to join you.

In the 1970s sitcom Sanford and Son, Fred Sanford, played by Redd Foxx, would often feign shock over some absurd situation and clutch his heart saying “It’s the big one. Elizabeth, I”m comin’ to join you, Honey,” crying out to his dead wife.

This cancer isn’t the big one. But it’s big enough.

Truth is, I’m still exhausted. I still feel like crap most days.

After all how would you feel with a stick of plutonium up your backside?

Sorry if that’s a little indelicate. There’s nothing delicate about cancer.

And it’s okay to say that.

In fact it’s okay to say a lot of things.

Since my prostate cancer diagnosis, I’ve read around the web, lots of medical sites, lots of “what are the symptoms of this therapy” sites, and lots of support group.

But it’s only been recently that I started finding like minded people expressing what I’ve been feeling, but couldn’t quite put into words. That’s a bad thing for a writer to admit.

True, if I’d joined the support groups offered, I might have come to this point sooner. But we already talked about that yesterday.

Today I have my first external radiation treatment. I’m assured that it will not be as bad as the last time I had radiation some thirty years ago. But I’m not looking forward to it. It won’t be pleasant.

That’s why I’d like to list just a few things that you shouldn’t say to a prostate cancer patient. Even when you mean well.

Especially when you mean well.

I summarized these from multiple sites around the web (referenced below), but the sentiments are the same.

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When someone tells you that they have prostate cancer…

Never tell them that it’s the “easy” cancer or the “slow growing” cancer or the one that’s “easy to treat.” Don’t even think about implying that it’s not a huge deal. Are there less common, more aggressive cancers? Sure, but this is still a big deal.

And never, ever, say it’s “the best kind of cancer to have!”

There is NO good cancer.

It’s like saying “At least, Mrs. Lincoln, you had really good seats.”

Don’t tell your story, or someone else’s story. Everyone’s journey is different. Hearing that “my uncle got through it just fine” may be well-intended. But it’s not helpful. What your uncle, or grandfather, or brother went through, is not what I’m going through.

Prostate cancer is a big deal. It’s a pain, literally a pain in the butt, to deal with. Even with the least aggressive cancers there are unpleasant and sometimes long lasting side effects that are no picnic in the park.

Everyone’s journey is different. But most of us are losing some quality of life points.

Never tell a prostate cancer patient that they’re more likely to die of something else first.

“You may be dying with cancer, but hey, you could get hit by a bus tomorrow.”

If you and the cancer person are people of faith, never say that they just have to believe that they will be healed.

Never tell a cancer patient that what they are feeling isn’t valid. Some days just suck and you’re not helping by telling them to look on the bright side. It’s okay to recognize that they may be feeling depressed.

Don’t be a cheerleader. Don’t tell him to keep fighting.

Don’t say “I know how you feel” even if you’ve had a similar journey. Because you don’t, and can’t know, how anyone of us feels on a given day.

Instead, just be there. Tell them you’re here for them, and mean it.

It is very much okay to say “I don’t know what to say, but just let me sit with you.”

Never say “If you need anything, let me know,” because they (we) won’t.

Say instead things like:

Can I bring you dinner?
Can I mow your yard?
Can I go to the store for you?
I’m thinking about you, or I’m praying for you.

Tell them happy stories. Change the subject.

And never tell them “Everything is going to be fine.”

Maybe it is, but unless you’re the attending physician, it’s likely you don’t know that for certain. Saying that it will all be okay can play down the severity of the situation.

And when that day comes, which it should for me five weeks from today, don’t say “Congrats, your treatment is over.”

While that may be true, the side effects likely will linger. When I had radiation following my cancer thirty years ago it was almost a year before the queasiness went away. I’m not anticipating that with this round, but fatigue is guaranteed. I’ve already got more than my fair share of that.

I know that I am very fortunate. My cancer was caught early. It had not spread. I have an expert medical team taking care of me. I’ve got supportive friends and family.

I am truly blessed.

This also truly sucks. So maybe knowing what not to say or to say to a cancer patient will help me, or it will help you help someone else.

Even the best intended statements need an editor.


What Not To Say To A Prostate Cancer Patient
Mark Bradford’s Cancer Journal

What Not to Say to a Cancer Patient
The New York Times

6 Things You Should Say to Someone With Prostate Cancer
Prostate Cancer Today

11 Harmful Things Cancer Survivors Hear
Prostate Cancer Today

12 Things Not to Say to Someone With Cancer

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The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.

Numbers 6:24-26

It was good for Paul and Silas

Give me that old-time religion 

Give me that old-time religion 

Give me that old-time religion 

Its’ good enough for me!

Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, but exhorting one another, and so much the more as you see the Day approaching.

Hebrews 10:25 NKJV

We went to church on Sunday for the first time in over a year.

Let me clarify. We went to church in person for the first time in over a year.

We’ve been attending online services in a number of forms. And we’ve led the worship for the livestream on a couple of occasions.

This was being back in the building.

It wasn’t out usual building, but a building from my childhood.

Again, let me clarify.

You’ll recall that we were in my hometown this weekend for a family funeral. We decided to stay through Sunday and go to church with my Mom.

It’s a convoluted story, and one that perhaps needs a flow chart…or perhaps a flannelgraph if you remember your Sunday school, but here is its in nutshell.

I grew up in the Church of God. The Anderson, Indiana flavor, and not the Cleveland, Tennessee flavor.

If you know, you know. Or you can wait for the interpretation.

Around the time I was starting school, our very small church was sold to the town who built a lovely office building and library on the spot. I spent much of my youth in that library.

Ironically, or not, the library is now located in the old Mormon church.

That’s another story.

When our church was sold, the ground was broken for a new church building on the main thoroughfare through town.

But the building didn’t go up overnight and we needed a place for church during construction.

We ended up meeting at the Seventh Day Adventist Church across the street. After all, they weren’t using the building on Sundays.

Our church building was eventually completed and we moved into the new digs.

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When I was in high school, in a story that may or may not end up in the book, our church left the denomination.

Several years later, post college, and in the early days of my political involvement, I left that church right before I moved away. That story may indeed show up in the book.

Not long after, my Mom and Stepdad left and began attending a small church in our original Church of God denomination on the other side of the county. They were there for years. When I say small, let’s just say that twelve people was often considered a good crowd.

Fast forward about thirty years. The small church was struggling, but still surviving. An opportunity came up to buy and moved into…wait for it…the Seventh Day Adventist Church building.

And so they did. If things go well this week, their offer to buy the building will be accepted.

All that gets back to the story of this past Sunday, my wife and I went to church with my Mom at the church of my early childhood, across from the church of my childhood and youth.

Where’s that flannelgraph?

Not only that, since the regular pianist, my cousin and or stepsister depending on how you draw the family chart, was out of town. So my wife played piano. To do so she had to learn some Church of God hymns that grew out of the camp meeting movement prior to the turn of the previous century.

All that gets down to the fact that it was good to be in church.

Pastor Faye, also a cousin, and for the record a former babysitter, gave a powerful message based from the first two chapters of Ecclesiastes.

All is meaningless, except that her sermon wasn’t.

On our ride home we chatted about the fact that it felt comfortable. It felt familiar. It felt like church.

That’s a feeling that we haven’t had for sometime. Not just because of the pandemic, but for reasons that will definitely not be included in the book, we’ve been in search for a new church home.

We haven’t found it. And we’re not driving four hours every weekend to find it.

There as familiarity in the old things. The old buildings. The old hymns.

Heck, the hymnals.

That old time religion if you will.

I know that there are different styles of worship. And I know that church music has evolved over the centuries. I mean in the early church, instruments and harmony were nowhere to be found.

I’ve even grown up through traditions that said “We won’t allow guitars in the church because stringed instruments are of the devil. We’ll stick with the piano.”

I’ll give you a minute to think about that one.

Personally, I love the hymns. Sure they’re old. But they’re solid. And they’re absolutely packed full of theology what we miss in the “Jesus is my boyfriend” songs.

Too soon? No my brethren and sistren not nearly soon enough.

Give me an old-fashion hymn sing comin’ down in four part harmony any day of the week.

And twice on Sunday.

It’s true, I’ve adapted. But I find renewal when we get back to the hymns of the faith, when we get back to the hymnal.

And maybe when we step back in time to a little country church.










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The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.

Numbers 6:24-26