I've been lurking here for some months now, following everyones progress. I have been thinking about it for a while and decided I'd share my story in the event that it might help someone else.
Hopefully, it won't get too graphic, however, based on some of the posts I've been following here, it appears that you can report just about anything.
I guess you'd say that this is a "Happy Story," at least it is so far.
I've always been "disgustingly healthy" I suppose. Never had any surgery, never been in the hospital, except for some routine tests. Like many/most guys my age I'd been taking Hytrin and later Flomax to assist with enlargement.
My PSA scores had never been abnormal, but over the years had begun to creep up a little each time. Finally at a PSA of 3.6 the Urologist thought it would be wise to do a biopsy. This was done on 5/24/06. On 6/2/06 we had the consult with the doctor. He said that three of the twelve samples, all on one side, showed cancer. What a way to celebrate a wedding anniversary. Talk about a way to kill a mood! Ha.
The doctor carefully explained all the various alternatives, but then based on my age, physical condition, and life style, recommended the DiVinci assisted surgery. Since he said it was slow growing, I negotiated for the summer and scheduled the surgery for 9/21/06 at Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak (Detroit). I'd had this urologist for several years, he had done well over 200 of the robotic surgeries, and I never felt the need to get a second opinon, however, I did spend a lot of time on the net reading everything I could find during that summer. Besides, the timing of the surgery gave him an additional three months to practice on other people. By the way I told him that also.
The surgery went very smoothly, but for some reason I could not get rid of the bloating and the gas, and could not get the bowels working agin. I ended up spending a couple of additional, miserable days in the hospital and believe me, I was glad to be there instead of at home. During this time I had a constant parade of strange women (nurses) coming in asking if they could "peak under my gown," and if I'd "passed any gas." Now normally I'd either be totally embarrased by this, or flattered, but in this case I felt so misserable I didn't even care. Ha.
Well, once I got past the mile stone of "passing gas" and got out of the hospital I snapped back fairly quickly. Like others on here have said, I walked several miles a day, climbed stairs, etc. trying to stay as active as I could. The cathiter was a swift pain in the you know where, but fortunately, it was removed eight days after surgery. And like others have reported, there was considerable leaking, but that also improved rapidly.
By about week six I wasn't wearing any pads and was cycling 50 and 60 miles a day in Florida.
This is getting long so I'll cut it off here and continue on a second post.