I have had an olympic training day.
Getting out of bed this morning was a battle of mind over matter last seen on earth when Roger Bannister ran the first four minute mile.
It was so exhausting that after stumbling back to bed, following a much needed, and wake up motivating, bathroom visit, I dozed off until my wife brought me black coffee in bed. This was not a whimpy light tea cup of coffee. Oh no. This was a thick Scottish blue thistle mug of exceptional size and weight filled with coffee weighing in a 64 pounds per cubic foot.
Next came vigorous arm building calisthenics as first, a thyroid pill, then an allopurinol pill and finally a quarter asprin were hefted to the mouth and swallowed. Finally a senior's vitamin of a size surely intended for horses, not humans, was similarly sent to it's glory.
With heart rate soaring, and muscles burning, I headed for a hot shower. The things accomplished in that shower would amaze you, if I had time to recite. The shampooing alone must have burned two calories.
It was time now for weights! Oh yes. Real weights. I have a doctor's scale and the first weight gets moved up from the 100 mark where my wife has left it to the 150 pound mark. Pressing 150 pounds from left, to right, is no easy feat. Then, the second weight has to be jockeyed ever so carefully to somewhere between 25 and 26 pounds.
By now I'm ready for breakfast: bacon, eggs, toast, jam, sausage links, the works. However, my wife, understandably fearful that I might overdo my morning exercises, skips the full breakfast and, as always, brings to the bedroom one poached egg and a fresh pot of coffee. I am secretly grateful that I only have to deal with one egg and fall back on the bed to consume it. With the coffee exercise of lift, tilt, sip, put down, lift, tilt, sip, put down, I also read two morning papers.
I'd tell you more, but I know you couch potatoes are already green with envy. Suffice to say that the rest of the day is equally strenuous and concluded not an hour ago with the hoisting of the rum bottle exercise in which I introduce several ounces of amber rum to Coke Cola and flex hand muscles with a quarter lime squeeze.
As one frog said to another: "Life is fun when you're having flies!"
Sheldon AKA Sleepless
Age 67 in Apil '09 at news of 4 of 12 cores positive T2B and Gleason 3 + 3 and 5% to 25% PSA 1.5
Re-read of slides in June said Gleason 3 + 4 same four cores 5% to 15%
June 29 daVinci prostatectomy, Dr. Eric Estey, at Royal Alexandra Hospital Edmonton one night stay
From "knock out" to wake up in recovery less than two hours. Actual surgery 70 minutes
Flew home to Winnipeg on July 3 after 5 nights in Ramada Inn --- perfect recovery spot!
Catheter out July 9
Final pathology is 3 + 4 Gleason 7, clear margins, clear nodes, T2C, sugeron says report is "excellent"
Oct 1st 09 -- dry at night, during day some stress issues.
Oct 31st padless 24/7
First post op PSA Sept 09 less than 0.02
PSA on Oct 23, 2009 less than 0.02
PSA on Jan 8, 2010 less than 0.02
PSA on April 9, 2010 less than 0.02
PSA on July 9, 2010 (one year) less than 0.02