My run-in with it was 4 years ago. I was lucky enough to be caught early. My PSA was a bit high, 4.2, so my GP referred me to a Urologist. The Urologist was going to wait and see, but when I mentioned that I'd lost an uncle to P.C., he immediately scheduled a biopsy. 12 core samples later, the results came back with 3 positive, and 4 more precancerous. Stage IIA, good insurance (Live better: Work Union.), and being in a major city made it able for me to go in 5 days a week for 9 weeks to have image modulated radiation therapy. Just lie on a table for about 10 minutes each time while a relativistic particle cannon does its' thing. In a room with 4 foot thick walls.
My PSA is now down into the 'normal' range (0.2), but I have to go in every 6 months to get checked.
It runs in families, although only the males. The only side effect I've had is that I no longer need a light when I have to get up in the middle of the night to pee. Somehow, my wife developed a night-light fetish. 
Yes, I deal with things through humor, often inappropriate. The alternative involves screaming and/or violence. Maybe I'm just lazy.
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