Hello everyone,
Well, I've joined the club nobody wants to belong to.
It's taken a little while to get the courage to post, what with the
emotional roller coaster I'm on right now.
62 years old
G2 (GL7 cancer cells found in 1 of 8 biopsy plugs),
T1 Stage
Don't remember what my PSA was. Just high.
MRI and X-rays done.
Seeing specialist on Wednesday 3rd January to see what future holds.
End June (Saturday night watching NCIS) I found myself having
difficulty peeing and after an hour, dialed 999 due to pain starting.
4 minutes later a paramedic was phoning for an ambulance to take me to
A&E 20 miles away.
I can tell you my eyes watered seeing the nurse appear with that
looong tube - oh no guess where that's going!
No problem, no paint at all, just relief:-)
Usual examinations showed enlarged prostate and high PSA.
Uro at hospital put me on alfuzosin hydrochloride (Xatral XL) to relax
the bladder.
Tube came out 2 days later. No problem.
Waterworks back to normal.
Doctor said to wait a while before more blood tests as high PSA may be
due to large prostate.
Well a month ago another test, PSA still high, and appointment made
for internal scan and biopsy.
There was a TV report here in the UK, just before my appointment,
about men being unable to get proper treatment for their PCa, during
which one interviewee said the biopsy was the most painful experience
he had ever had.
That I did not need to hear!!
Came the day and . . "off with everything below the waist and lay
sideways on examination table with knees under chin"
Yes sir.
"I'm going to . . . . but 2 injections first"
I did NOT feel a thing!
Other than the unusual pressure of something foreign being stuck up my
jacksy/jacksie no pain at all.
Now I started to get anxious thinking of that guy on TV.
Click . . Click . . NO PAIN AT ALL . . Click
It only got painful during the last 2 biopsy plugs.
"All done. Results in 7-10 days"
Ah it's over. Relief.
The worse part was the waiting.
And then the kick in the stomach, the b*lls etc on hearing the dreaded
word 'cancer'.
As week later I had MRI and X-rays.
Now one of my hobbies is Model Engineering, building miniature steam
engines,something I have not done for 20 years due to lack of
equipment and workshop since settling in England.
I've just spent 2 years equipping the garage with the tools and
equipment to start again, and also converted the small 3rd bedroom
into a library and hobby room for building plastic kits and painting
cast figurines, so I will be really, really, REALLY peed off if I
don't get to use any of the facilities I've take these past 2 years to
build-up.
I've had a looked at the various web sites mentioned in this ng, and
read some of the postings, but these, the postings, are really scaring
me reading the SEs some are having from some treatments.
I'm not bothered about dying, it's just the effect my problem is
having on my 84 year old mother who is not in good health.
I see her wasting away in front of my eyes, which is causing me more
stress than my probem right now.
I don't have a family of my own - still single, so one problem not to
worry about.
It's the thought of the horrible SEs from various treatments that is
scaring me more than death itself.
So, Wednesday I find out.
And Wednesday is the start of the rest of my life so to speak.
Oh I will be so *&%^$ pissed off if I don't get to use either of the
hobby rooms.
REALLY, REALLY, REALLY . . . . .
On a better note . .
Happy New Year
or should that be
Happier New Year to all in the group.
GeoffH
(The Pirate)
Norfolk - UK not VA