Were you ever, figuratively speaking, Neo?
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=matrix+red+blue+pill+youtube&view=detail&mid=7f749fc1f4fce6fdefd67f749fc1f4fce6fdefd6&form=vireGreat scene from a great sci-fi film. Saw it again the other night on one of the movie channels.
For some reason it got me to thinking, as I was sitting there on the couch having watched it, does this movie-scene choice, with such ominous foreboding associated with it, apply itself in IRL situations?
(What an appropriate acronym to mention at this point! IRL, "in real life!" It was certainly Neo's goal, stated or otherwise, finding out what
reality, real life was!).
So how does this apply to us? Well …
You accept the reality of your situation. You have PCa and you admit it. You know all your lab numbers and you have a pretty good idea what the outlook is likely to be for someone with your numbers. You also know you will fight this thing as hard as you can for as long as it takes.
You are quite willing to see just how far down the rabbit hole goes.
You took the red pill.
You're scared. You just want to go back to the way things were, before you got that horrible diagnosis. You don't want to go to all those appointments, let somebody else handle them for you. You abhor thinking about
the treatment you must get. There are days when you just like to pretend that you don't have PCa at all, everything's fine, there's nothing to worry about
.
You took the blue pill.
Or maybe the
reality here is just the fact that you're here right now on this forum, which means you really did swallow the red one.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be here to learn, investigate, and pursue what this forum has to offer: the truth.
You come here often, maybe even daily, looking for information, or the kind of help and support that a seeker of the truth, whatever the truth is and wherever it may lead, is after.
Sounds like a red pill guy to me.
Yes, this thread is a bit of a ramble, just an outgrowth of the fantasy thought that occurred to me that evening after rewatching the Matrix, that my PCa journey sort of began when I was sitting in, if only in my mind, a kind of a dark room with rain and thunder outside, and there was a red pill and a blue pill in front of me, and I knew the way my PCa journey would go depended on which pill I took, and then I ... picked up and swallowed …
the red pill.
For me it was the only choice. If I had taken the blue pill I would be living an illusion, a life full of denial and fear. That's not me.
How about
you? Was there, in a way, a red pill and a blue pill in front of you when your own journey began? Which one did you take?
Make of all this what you will. After all, it's just my own odd rambling on a summer's day.
But maybe there really is a point here. If so, then, like Morpheus, all I'm offering you is the truth, nothing more.
Age: 73
Chronic prostatitis (age 60 on)
BPH w/ urinary obstruction, 6/2011
TURP, 7/2011
Ongoing high PSA, 7/2011-12/2011
Biopsy, 12/2011: positive 3/12 (90%, 70%, 5%)
Gleason 6(3+3), T1c
No mets, PCa likely still organ contained
IMRT w/ HT (Lupron), 4/2012-6/2012
PSAs (since post-IMRT): 0.1 or lower
Post Edited (81GyGuy) : 5/29/2019 7:57:23 AM (GMT-6)