Today was my first day without Cathy and the first day I had to perform in public. (I am a judge for one of the largest arts festivals in the area and of course I did not tell anyone about
my situation. I have not even told my coworkers. Talk about
short confidence - but that is another issue.)
I needed to walk 3 miles and look at 400 booths in just over 3 hours. My neighbor drove me while I lay on the floor of the van. He also carried my goodie bag and blocked the doors for me. The guy's a saint.
I wore the diapers and beefed them up with Depend Guards. Every hour, when I felt a load, I had a "Changing of the Guard" ceremony in a portapotty. My pair of walnuts turned into an osage orange after about
1 hour. Torture. Got home about
1:00, changed, showered and have been on the couch until just now 7pm watching Star Trek on CD and sleeping.
I don't know how you guys did it. Heroes.
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) : 8/1/2009 10:39:58 PM (GMT-6)