Yesterday, the LPN at the Uro finalized my divorce from Cathy. I no longer have to make it through the day, putting one foot in front of the other, trying not to step on my tubing.
Soup won't be served at this restaurant any more. All out of gumbo, and chicken broth. Now it's layers of Lasagna. Lots of layers of half cooked lasagna...
Life sure throws some wicked curve-balls . Four months ago I'd never would have believed I'd be doing my own version of "Changing of the Guard" in a porta-john. I seem to find this whole situation strangely funny. Maybe that's is a defense mechanism or I'm just crazy. Who knows.
I do know that if my wife hears me sing "Look at me I'm Walking." one more time, she's going to send me back to the Vet, I mean "Uro", to have my vocal cords modified.
Age 56. Perfectly healthy with no problems until getting the results of my first routine PSA test on April 8th: 17.8. My GP does not believe in general PSA screening so I did not get results during my 50 year physical.
May PSA: 22.6, 3 weeks later: 23.2.
June 10 Biopsy 7 out of 12 cores positive, Gleason 6=3+3.
Bone scan and C/T scan negative.
Radical prostatectomy by Da Vinci on 7/21/2009.
Left nerve gone, right spared.
7/31/2009: Catheter removed and Pathology report received
Gleason 3+4=7 Tumor size: 2.5 x 1.8 cm
location: both lobes and apex.
No Malignancy in Seminal Vesicle, vasa deferentia, lymph nodes 0/13
Prostate mass 56 grams. Pathologic Stage: pT3aN0MX
Post Edited (Worried Guy) : 8/5/2009 2:35:50 PM (GMT-6)