Chapter 13
Fraser took off his pyjama trousers in front of the mirror, and stared at the place where his balls used to be. They produced too much testosterone, that’s what his specialist had said. They had to go. Bilateral orchiectomy, they called it. But that wasn’t what it was. It was gelding. They’d turned Fraser Burns Abbott into a eunuch.
He studied the body that had so betrayed him. His body used to be a mere thing, like any other thing. Something to be pushed, to be used and abused as required. Its deadly mutiny took him by surprise. It was testosterone that fed the cancer, that gave it the energy to metastasise, to escape his diseased prostate gland and launch an imperial army of invading cells. He could feel them in his bones. Now, without its life-giving hormone, the tumour had
