I got unexpected news last Thursday.
My PSA jumped another 10 points in the past 6 months. Monitoring PSA is one of the tools urologists use to keep an eye out for prostate cancer. A low number is no guarantee you’re free from cancer, and a high number is not an automatic death sentence.
I go in for another biopsy December 5th 7 AM. This time it will be under full sedation. 50 samples to be gathered from somewhere deep in the bowels of my nether regions.
This will be the 3rd time for this procedure, and the most invasive.
I’ve written about this before…if you’re a long time reader you may remember…
Disclaimer: Tonight’s post may be TMI for some. I had a biopsy procedure done today on my prostate.
As we pulled out of the driveway headed to the Urologist’s office, a song was on my lips:
“I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz….
because because because because..
because of all the wonderful things he does…”
I looked at my wife and we laughed, especially when we got to that line about the “wonderful things he does.”
(We were both thinking about the “wonderful thing” the Doctor was going to be doing to me in little over an hour. )
My PSA count has been hovering slightly above normal now for a couple of years, and at my last appointment in June , it jumped 2 points.
Dr looked @ me and suggested we needed to consider taking a biopsy to rule out cancer. I told him the higher # was just a lab error.
He liked my attitude, but said I needed to retake the blood work, just in case.
The next day I had the blood work done again and when the results came back, it had climbed 2 more points.
When Pam the Dr’s nurse called with the new numbers, I agreed I would schedule the biopsy…..
The procedure is on an outpatient basis, no anesthetic. Nurse and Dr both said it feels like “someone snapping me on the rear with a rubber band.” (keep that in mind .)
That didn’t sound too bad going in.
Now that I’ve experienced it personally, I would like to give you a different word picture….
It felt like the Wicked Witch had taken her broom handle, inserted it where it didn’t belong, and snapped it off.
I could still feel the slivers 8 hours later.
After today’s procedure, I’m more committed than ever to growing old gracefully…..
We have a friend Helen, she’ in her mid 80′s…
Every time we see her, I come away encouraged.
She still has her mind, though her body is shot.
She’s been through enough physical pain and heartache for 3 people.
(Within a year’s time she buried her husband, a sister, and a grandson who chose to end his own life.)
I asked her after the death of her grandson, how in the world she did it?
What was the secret of her resilient spirit?
“It’s not that I don’t grieve,” she told me, because she did.
She said, she’d learned that you have to let things go.
“Sometimes, things will happen that won’t make any sense, but you have to keep living.”
She’d been through a lot and spoke with authority.
Writing this tonight, makes me want to stop and see her again. Being around people like Helen gives me hope.
How about you?
Do you know an older person who is getting old gracefully?
Tell me more!
Time to hit the sack. I’m supposed to lay low for a couple of days.