I heard the nurse say “take deep breaths”. I was in a bright room, but I could somehow tell it was early evening. Anesthesia is amazing. One minute I was giving my wife the thumbs up as they wheeled me into the OR and the next I was being told “deep breaths”. I stayed overnight. Grape juice over ice never tasted so good. I was home the next afternoon. In hindsight I should have stayed one more night and I should also have rented a recliner!
What a year its been. RALP, radiation, hormone therapy and a virus.
To be honest, its been a fearful year. First there was the surgery which didn't get me to zero. The virus lurking, threatening me, my family, my friends, and my job. Radiation. Lupron. Uncertainty at work. Crazed lunatics burning down neighborhoods threatening the safety of two of my older kids.
I dont think I have ever felt so helpless.
Zero T did not help!
But I am here and I am indeed thankful. The gym is back
open and today will be 44 days in a row of exercising and counting calories. I feel skinnier but the weight is not coming off as fast. I feel less tired (my last 3 month Lupron shot was May), so my T is coming back and hopefully the weight will start really dropping. I do not think i will be completely dry until I lose 100 pounds. So.... motivation! I call the leg press machine at the gym “the juicer”.
I am trying to be less fearful, but man, the last year was....alot!
I visit these pages often, and I enjoyed reading the various posts. It was a real part of my year. The members here give great advice and encouragement. I must confess though when it comes to the virus, I probably had more fun mixing it up with some of you guys than you could imagine ;)
Here is, however, to a less fearful year.