I know I am not the first to come out of retirement to resume things I had previously put to rest. And, I am sure I will not be producing postings to my blog to the capacity I once did, but I will generate something when I feel I have something worthy of sharing. That said…
This past week I got to add a new item to my list of achievements. I officially became a cancer survivor. Between you and me, I am not totally sure I had much to do with it. True, I was there cheering on my body and offering moral support, but it was my body that fought the mighty beast…and won!
I was diagnosed with prostate cancer back in 2013. No surprise there; tons of men have prostate cancer. If you are one to use a decision tree when you are confronted with a major decision, what to do about prostate cancer will have you clinging onto several branches at once.
Briefly, here are the alternatives for dealing with PC. Note: I am NOT medically qualified to advise you. Just the thought of having those little cancer cells swimming around in your crotch, leads many men to hurriedly have the entire prostate removed, or “yanked” as they say. The results here more than likely: goodbye sex, hello Depends. If the cancer is aggressive, this may be the best choice. If the cancer is more or less dormant it may remain so for the rest of your life and you can sit back and just keep an eye on it. This means every few months you have some blood drawn in what is called a “PSA” test. If the reading remains consistently low you can carry on and go about your business.
Once the PSA readings begin to move upward it’s decision time again: either yank the prostate or, for example, consider having radiation treatments to kill off the cancer cells. I opted for this latter alternative two months back. For 21 days I had ten-minute sessions of painless radiation treatments. I hasten to add these treatments are obviously totally unlike the chemo procedures many cancer patients must endure. Nope, I wouldn’t begin to claim I went through the same terror.
I am happy to report my PSA number following my radiation treatments was the lowest it had ever been. But even more remarkable was the readout for the test I just had. There was no number assigned, just the notation: “undetectable.”
A good friend encouraged me to continue blogging. He said he liked that my topics were not the usual ten tips toward a better whatever. He preferred my simply sharing my day-to-day experiences and observations. I guess it’s like sharing gossip—except the gossip is about me. Well, you can’t get any more “me” than discussing one’s prostate cancer. So be it. I’m back, I guess. Heard any good stuff lately?