|"Is that an elephant over there?"|
Folks, the elephant in the room this week is my upcoming "mapping procedure" on Wednesday.
What is a "mapping procedure" you ask? Good question! This is the very invasive procedure in which my oncologist and urologist go up my you know what to examine my prostate gland to determine exactly where to implant those radioactive seeds next month. Yep, I'm getting poked again in the nether regions. But this time they're putting me out with an anesthetic, thank God. However, when I awake I understand I will have a catheter in my um....well, you know. And yes they will slide it out while I'm awake. Prior to the procedure I have to take a Fleet enema and Gas-X pills (don't want to be farting in anybody's face now would I?)
So, as much as I try to preoccupy myself with other things these past days, including yesterday's visits to a couple of cemeteries to full fill Find a Grave.com photo requests, that ominous dark cloud followed me everywhere. Oh I know, "Ron, you'll be just fine and there is nothing to worry about." Hey, if you all feel that way, then I'll be glad to trade places with you. Not to be rude of unappreciative of everyone's concern, but it is ME who will be undergoing this very invasive procedure.
I know this is a necessary procedure if I am to delay and, hopefully, stop this prostate cancer in it's tracks and gain myself another fifteen or twenty years to annoy folks, but I am still concerned just because it is a dangerous procedure. My past history with hospitals and doctors is that the unintended side effects have caused me more harm that the actual procedure itself. Just last night on "60 Minutes" I watched a report of patients who were injected with a moldy steroid and some 28 deaths resulted plus hundreds of people now more seriously ill than they were before the medical treatment. Just the thing I needed to see before I go in for my own treatment. Thank goodness my doctors won't be injecting a steroid solution into my spinal cord.
So here we go today. The fog is lifting, and I hear the temperatures will rise to 60 degrees today before another cold snap arrives tomorrow. I'll go out later today and get some yard work in, including cutting back my massive pampas grass plants (and hopefully avoid paper cuts got I got last year).
In a couple of weeks the Blogger Palooza (AKA "Spo-a-thon) takes place at the hotel. Everything is just about in place for a grand old time for this meeting of bloggers for the first time. I am very much looking forward to that event. By then I will be past this Elephant In The Room (the "mapping procedure") but I will have another one hanging over my head that of the actual implant of the radioactive seeds (some right through my scrotum by needles - doesn't that thought make you guys cross your legs and squirm?)
But until then I'm managing the best I can. I am so looking forward to that day when I don't have any more doctors' visits for at least six months. What a blessing that will be. But in the meantime I have this attitude of "I'll just get through this." After all, this option is much better than the alternative.
|"If you don't see it, then I don't either."|