Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Prostate Cancer Health Update
For the past several months I've had a black cloud hovering over my head. That black cloud was the reoccurrence of my prostate cancer.
In 2013 I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. After much deliberation and checking with others that I knew had and have prostate cancer, the treatment I decided to take was seed implants.
I was told by my urologist that my PSA score would drop down to zero. A year earlier my PSA score was 8.4. The range should be from 1-4.
After my seed implants my PSA score did drop to 1.1 but then six months later it went up to 1.2. Not much but still, it went up which concerned me.
Of course I had all kinds of dreaded scenarios in my mind.
"What if my prostate cancer returned?"
"What treatment should I get, if any?"
I decided that if my prostate cancer returned I would not seek treatment at my age. The side effects are just too horrific. Of course dying of prostate cancer is "horrific" too but hey, we're all going to die. At least I would know what I'm dying of and could have some control, albeit with an End Game Finish.
Well folks, I have to tell you that I approached my visit to my VA doctor this morning with more than a little trepidation. Today I would be getting the results of my labs (blood test) that I took last week.
Ironically, I slept well last night even though I haven't been sleeping well for the past week since I took my labs.
When I arrived at the VA Outpatient Clinic in Georgetown, I was a pretty morose veteran.
Of course when I checked in they didn't have my records . . . . again (like last week when I went in for my labs. Oh, the VA).
The woman who works there told me not to worry and they would see me.
I took a seat. About fifteen minutes later I was called in. Another woman took my blood pressure (64, normal) and weighed me (174 lbs - my cargo pants with iPhone in pocket must weight a ton).
Then I was told to "have a seat" to wait for my doctor. I was seated in front of the VA employees who were taking blood from other veterans. I didn't take a picture of that activity.
I took out my iPhone to play some online Scrabble. "Network error". Couldn't play.
I brought up my photos to delete some to make more room on my iPhone for whoever will inherit my iPhone.
After about five minutes my doctor opens his door and invites me in. He is in good cheer. That's a good sign.
He motions me to sit. We start chatting (as we usually do) about the state of medical care in the VA and general. I have a good rapport with my doctor. That's why I continue to see him instead of a private doctor. He has time to talk to me and (I think) likes me. I'm more than a cog in the wheel of making money for the medical profession.
After about ten minutes of chatting I ask him about my PSA score, of which I am very concerned.
Here was his answer: