Posted Today 10:19 AM (GMT -7)
Several of the recent newcomer posts have reminded me of what I'm starting to call my personal D-day (diagnosis day).
It was Friday, December 5, 2014. I had a 12 core biopsy on December 2, and they told me "it will be about a week" for results. It was, as I recall, a normal work day. I got home from work, fed the cat, took off my steel toe boots, brought in the mail...and noticed the red flashing light on the answering machine. Assuming it was some kind of robo-call, I pushed the play button and half attended for the first part until I heard, "This is ___ at Dr. N's office. Please call as soon as you get this message, and ask to be connected to me"
So, I called the office, got through voice mail jail, and asked for her. She informed me that my biopsy was back, and 3 of 12 cores were positive for cancer. I had enough presence of mind to ask what my Gleason was, and to ask what happens next. She asked me which days the next week would work for bone and cat scans, I gave some sort of answer, and she said she'd schedule the scans and get back to me on Monday.
It was about 4:30 in the afternoon when I hung up the phone. I sat in the chair, the TV was on, but I couldn't say what was on. The cat jumped up to join me...and promptly left when he wasn't getting what he liked. I don't think I moved for the next hour and a half. My wife got home from work a bit after six, came in to say hello, and asked what was wrong. I told her the news. After a minute or two of silence, she said, OK, we can't do anything about it now. What needs to happen now is a meal. Let's go get something. I don't know where we went, or what I had.
The whole weekend was like that. I floated through, did the things that had to be done, but no connection to them. We did talk a little about when and how we'd let the kids and my mother know. We agreed there was no point to saying much until we had the scan results back and evaluated.
By Dec 16, we had the scans back (no signs of mets) and had met with the local Uro, who went through everything with us. He arranged the visit to Barnes-Jewish in St. Louis to talk to the RALP surgeon, and via him, to talk to the RO group there.
Christmas was rough, no doubt about it. And, the good things also have come into much sharper relief. One daughter graduated from Nursing school in Rochester NY in mid-December. She's passed her boards and has a job. Another daughter gave birth last week (Jan 20), and I'll be heading out there at the end of this week for a visit.