|The door to my doctor's office at the VA Outpatient Clinic|
Good morning folks! I'm delaying the next installment of "Roads Not Taken" for one day. Partly because I was called into work yesterday unexpectedly due to an emergency so I wasn't able to complete my blog post. I'm also working today and tomorrow. Another three day work week thus putting be behind in my normal activity.
Also, this morning I had a much anticipated visit with my doctor at the VA Outpatient Clinic in Georgetown. This is the visit where I would know the results of my labs (blood test) that I took on Monday. Why is this blood test so important? It is the first blood test since my prostate surgery on May 2nd in which I had radioactive seeds implanted into my prostate gland to fight my prostate cancer. To say I was concerned about the results of my blood test and PSA score would be a very big understatement. Yes, I was VERY CONCERNED. Life and death matter here folks, life and death. I had already decided that if my score didn't go down significantly I wasn't going for any further treatment. The side effects from my brachytherapy surgery are just about all I can handle now.
My appointment was at 9 a.m. Right at nine a physician's assistant check's my height (6'3" - I didn't shrink). My weight (171.2 - I just CAN'T seem to lose that extra 10 pounds of that I picked up somewhere over the past few years or else my clothes weigh a lot more these days), and my blood pressure was 118 over 66 (which he said was good). Then I snuck in a question "What's my PSA score?" Before my surgery it was 8.4. Anything over 4.0 is cause for concern. He said "The doctor will tell you when he goes over your labs with you."
|My doctor's desk (he was away on a cell phone call)|
I took a good look on his face to show if he was showing any signs of my imminent doom. He was as expressionless as George Zimmerman was when he heard the jury's verdict and was exonerated for his killing of Trayvon Martin....nothing. Then, just as I was getting up to go into the doctor's office he said "Your PSA is 1.9". I let out a YELP! I said "You just made my day! That is GREAT!" He looked at me and put his finger to his lips and said "Shhhh! Don't let the doctor know I told you."
Of course I couldn't hide my glee. I said "This is better than winning the lottery!" I saw him smile. When I went into the doctor's office I tried to put on my George Zimmerman Bland Look but I wasn't successful....he knew I knew.
So folks.....my PSA score is 1.9!!!!!!!!!!
I wish you could have seen how happy Bill was when I got in our car and told him. He banged his hands on the steering wheel and big smile spread across his face. This is what it's all about folks.
A happy day today here at Casa Tipton-Kelly.
|Something different - me smiling at my doctor's office (after the good news!)|