As I may have told you, I had more Doctor ordered tests this morning at The U.of Miami's Radiology Facility. I after spending an hour & a half in the 8:00am traffic jam on I-95 arived there 15 minutes late. It takes me 45 minutes to go farther when I normally go to work 3 hours earlier! Geeze! So first was the CAT Scan which took all of 10 minutes, no problem there. Then a half hour wait and some X-rays for about 20 minutes, again> No problem! Then after another 40 minutes, the dreaded MRI which I had just found out my insurance was going to cover. My Doc had to explain to the Ins. Co. that my last MRI was corupted by my pain & spazms in the "sit in MRI", I guess they must have believed him! Even though it was the largest MRI tube I'd ever seen by the time my tech got me straped in and my head clamped down, I was easilly larger than the opening. He said, shall we give it a try? What the hell, I'm already here and had taken the vallium my good Doc had prescribed me along w/ two perc's and my reg 10mg of Methadone. As I started in, the clamp thing around my fat head hit the top so he backed me out to reajust. Then back in untill the straps & clamps around my chest hit the top, back out again and fixed again. OK, I think we're going to get it this time! In I go and my elbows crash into the sides> out> fixed & in I go! They are sliding in along the sides, when I take a 1/2 breath, my chest hits the top but I'm going for it. He stops me and I open my eyes. I feel like the dog in a corndog! Oh Doc, Thanks for the Vallium! I'd been out of there in a second w/o it! My friend says, what do you think? Lets get going before I change my mind! PING>POP>POP>BANG>BANG>TIC>TIC>BANG> there playing my song! I'm good, this isn't too bad and after the first set he says, "the pics look great, keep up the good work!" Great I think, we can get through this! Then about 3/4 the way through it starts, I stabing burning pain in my neck. It's going with the rythom of my heart beat. It starts going faster and the pain gets worse. My mind is racing, is this a spazm like last time? I conscentrate and try to feel if my shoulder & neck are moving but I can't tell. The pain gets worse and I have that little emergency squeeze ball in my hand. It would be so easy to squeeze it and I'll be out in 10 seconds. My heart is starting to race and with it my agony. Hmmm, what would my peeps at HWCP do here? The would stick it out because they are the bravest people I've ever met and they would be posting about it afterward telling me, "It wasn't that bad!" I'm grinding my teeth, not good for a Methadone taker I think but I can't help it, this really hurts, even worse than the last MRI!!! Then the pings & pops finally stop, he starts to say something but I interupt him> How did the pic's come out, I screem! You were great, they are beutiful and your Doc will love them. I think to myself, my HWCP family will be proud of me, I won, I beat the din-dang, oh hell> DAM thing!! But did I? I've been in agony ever since. I got out to me car and turned on the cell phones, hmm 9 messages, not bad but then it rings in my hand! Problems, more probems and I drive to work breaking the valium rules. It is hell day when I get there at 11:30am and it's a Sh-storm and it continues untill 4:15pm. To make matters worse, my tens unit is missing. I lost it at work for sure two days earlier. No one can find it even after my company e-mails and $50.00 reward posters have been up inside and outside the bldg. for two days! Who could have found it, taken it and why don't they return it to me? Someone who is pissed at me for something? Maybe, but I can't think of anyone. Jellous maybe but why? Some one walking through our property found it? I'll check the pawn shop right down the street tomorrow maybe. I finally get home and lay down w/ my beloved heating pad and the phone rings, it's a guy from the Healing Well Prostate cancer Forum who I became good freinds with. He's up in Stuart Fla. about 3/4 of an hour away and wants to get together. Crap, Geeze Paul, I'd love to BUT>>>> OK, maybe this weekend if my wife dosn't come down. OK, I'll ask her if she comes but I'm not making any promisses. But, But, But> OK, I'll see you Sat!
Another day in the life of a CPaniac! At least tomorrow is Friday!
Love you Guys & Gals!
Pooped out Pete!
56 years old, Surgury, Radical Prostatectomy 8/20/03, PSA 6.6, Gleason 3 + 3 = 6, Adenocarcinoma extent (moderate) Stage & Margin:T2NOMX, No Metastases, Organ Confined, bone scan: Neg. 3 1/2 years of depression after surgery prior to Hypogonadizm DX, Testosterone Theropy> new 2/6/09> 400mg injections every 2weeks . 56 and so glad to still be here to see my two sons grow up to be fine young men. They are both serving in the US Navy, one on the aircraft carrier USS John Stennis in port in Japan and the other on a Gator Freighter USS Bataan stationed in Norfolk, Va. I am one proud PaPa!