Yesterday I got a notice in the mail from the VA of the results of my annual blood test I took Monday at the VA. Normally they don't send me the results in the mail, they go over the results during my appointment with my VA doctor which is scheduled for Monday. But the reason they sent me the results was to tell me that my PSA score was 8.4. For those of you not familiar with the Old Man's Scourge the normal range is 0 to 4. Yep, I'm way up again.
Well, that is a bummer. As regular follows of this blog know, I already underwent the painful, uncomfortable and humiliating experience of having a prostate biopsy on January 28th. I will receive the results of that biopsy on February 15th. So I've already taken the steps that the VA has recommended.
Last year was the first time I had a high PSA score which prompted me to see my urologist. I had schedule a biopsy at that time but backed out after I checked all the possible side effects of this very invasive procedure.
A few months ago my prostate was acting up again so I went to my urologist for advice. He said he didn't want to do anything until I got a biopsy. I scheduled that biopsy.
Ironically, after I received that high PSA score last year, I had three blood tests since and my score was down to just over 4.0. I thought I was home free and clear. To hear this latest news is a damper to say the least.
Now all this doesn't mean I have prostate cancer, which I don't believe I do but something is going on and I won't feel comfortable until I get this checked out. Seems I'm on a medical treadmill in spite of all my precautions.
|Johns Hopkins Hospital Baltimore, Maryland|
Last night at work I did some research on one of the preeminent prostate cancer centers in the U.S., the Johns Hopkins hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. I researched the doctors and have settled on one that I will go to if I do have to take action on my prostate.
I hesitated to make this posting because I don't want sympathy, thousands of men have been or are in my situation. I only post it to keep all of you up to date with what is going on in my world.
How do I feel? Well, other than the initial shock yesterday of reading that mail from the VA (which caused me to be a bit late to work), I've accepted the reality of my situation. I did take a major nap this afternoon though. Usually my naps last anywhere from half an hour to an hour at the most. This afternoon I slept three hours. Bill worries. I don't. It is what it is.
Note: A small irony, my nine times great grandfather Jonathan Tipton immigrated to this country from Port Royale, Jamaica in 1690. His port of landing? Baltimore, Maryland.