First thought: What a gorgeous morning, even though thunderstorms predicted for later today. No big deal, they pass through quickly in Missouri, especially this time of year.
I found out yesterday that the prostate cancerous rodent within me has not spread to my bones. My bone scan came back clean. I do still need to have a CT scan tomorrow (was supposed to have had it after my bone scan but had miscommunication on scheduling). Doctor said “No harm, we aren’t losing time, usually the CT scan is clean when the bone scan is clean, just needs to be done for documentation “a marker” if you will.”
Our battle of attack against this nasty ass rodent (I even gave it a name…… prick) is to do Robotic Surgery. A surgeon from my Urologist’s office will do the procedure. I meet with him on August 29th, to discuss and schedule this little inconvenience. What a relief it was though that it was not in my bones! I was able to get a good nights sleep last night! I know that I am fortunate, much more than many, many others. We seem to have caught this at the right time. My Gleason count (which comes from my biopsy) was at 7. If we were at 6, maybe we do nothing, just keep an eye on it. But 7 is on the edge, where it is best to do something. Aggressive surveillance was an option but not recommended, since my Gleason Count was 7, an advanced enough stage to do surgery. Radiation is an option as well, except if you do radiation first and it doesn’t get it all, surgery really can’t be done, scar tissue from radiation makes surgery very difficult. My Urologist left it up to us (me and my “very” significant other). Robotic Surgery made more sense. Let’s just take “the prick” out now! Probably won’t have the surgery until middle to late September, early October at the latest. Oddly, my prostate must heal (reduce swelling) from the biopsy even though its being removed. With swelling they can’t get as good a view as they need/want. That takes about 4-6 weeks. So, we are looking at middle September to early October.
I had a conversation with the nasty rodent this morning, it went something like this: “You nasty little prick, you couldn’t even get outside my prostate, now you’re about to be destroyed! Sorry prostate, but you should not have let the prick in! We’ll say good-bye very soon!”
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, it means a lot and is helping. I feel much more confident we will beat this animal!
Normally, my first thought of the new day as soon as I wake up is what is it I had planned for the day. Then I get my first cup of coffee, sit down and look through other peoples blogs. I may glance at the morning news occasionally to see whats changed or happened overnight in the world. Too often someone has been shot somewhere, overnight in the early AM hours in St. Louis. They should have been home in bed like I was. THAT is a continuous story, and despite it all, those are the people that should not have guns and will find ways of getting them regardless of any laws, saying they shouldn’t. They will! That is as far as I am going on that for now! Now back to my Thoughts of the Day posting!
I often think about my children and grandchildren early in the morning, not so much about how they are, just picture their beautiful faces and wonder what their day will be like for them. It really is a pleasant thought.
This morning, my first thought was: “Oh crap, I forgot to make my list of questions for my Urologist!” Better get up and do that! Well, I’ve never had prostate cancer or any kind of cancer before, so its like: What do you ask? Whats my Gleason Count Doc? Were all ten of the biopsy samples cancerous? What are my alternatives for treatment? What is the plan of attack?
I mean what else is there to ask? My significant other and I go see the Urologist this morning, 8:00 AM. Will get some answers then.
I’d rather be writing a blog about Hillary and Bill, maybe even Trump or a conspiracy theory (of mine). But if I’m going to be honest about “The Arlin Report Thought of the Day”, I have to write about what is truly occupying my mind. Unfortunately, a little more than I want, its the not knowing of this prostate cancer. I won’t even capitalize the name, I don’t want to give this crap any honor! Have a great day! I’ll stay in touch!
So Tuesday I see my Urologist to discuss my treatment plan. Plan of attack as I would call it against this prostate cancer thing. Waiting, is the hard part. Don’t really want to talk about me. Many, many, many people are dealt a lot more difficult a hand than I have. I don’t really know how to react right now, except I think about my grandchildren a lot. Watching my 4 month year old granddaughter last night was good therapy. She had me in total smile mode. I hadn’t seen her smile and giggle as much as she did last night. She is beautiful as are my other seven grandchildren. My advice to my grandsons, “Eat lots of tomatoes!”
Went to the driving range today, hit bucket of balls. The hooks were just slight draws, no fades. No pressure, who cares where the ball goes, just relax and hit the hell out of it. Then went fishing. Caught 3 Bass, two pretty small and 1 just under size. I released them, go grow up, I’ll be back. That is a promise.
Hope you all had a great Friday!
Have known I have a high PSA count for about a year now. I had a prostate biopsy done last week, and yesterday got the call from my Urologist. Yep, I have prostate cancer. The next step is a bone scan tomorrow. Then, my significant other and I will meet with the Doc to discuss treatment (of course much will still be determined from the scan).
I was looking around in Bass Pro Shop when I received the call, had a rod and reel in my hand, then became disinterested after the call. Went home, to gather my thoughts, really just became PISSED! Still pissed! Angry pissed! I have no problem going to the bath room, that symptom is not present. So, currently I am really just dealing with the anger management part. Why am I angry? I’ve always been pretty healthy. I just completed my 12 week recovery from open heart surgery, where I had my Aortic Valve replaced and aneurysm repaired. This condition was genetic, I was born with a bi-cuspid aortic valve, rather than a tri-cuspid valve. That’s taken care of! i was back to playing golf! NOW THIS FREAKING CANCER CRAP!
I know other people suffer and deal with much more than I am. That doesn’t escape me. I am grateful, thankful there are options. My thought for today is not a single thought. Much is going through my head. I will deal with this and get it taken care of. It just ticks me off, we have to spend time getting evaluated and fixed; like time is being robbed from us. Maintenance, like I’m an automobile or machine.
I will keep on ticking. Thanks for letting me sound off! Now I’m going fishing.