|Wall chart in my urologist's office this morning which I was viewing while waiting for him to see me|
This morning I had my semi annual visit to my urologist.
For those of you who have been following my blog, you know that I have had my issues with kidney stones in the past. Have I ever.
During my last visit to my urologist, he was monitoring a small kidney stone that was at the top of my urethra, ready to drop. After viewing my latest CAT scan, that kidney stone is no longer visible. He asked me if I passed the kidney stone. I told him I may have but I didn't know it. Sometimes the kidney stones are so small we don't realize when we pass them. All the kidney stones I remember "passing" were the one who got stuck in my urethra. Oh do I ever remember them. I've lost track of the number of times I've had those kidney stone attacks. I think I've had six of them, all requiring emergency room visits, two over night stays and three operations to remove them. So this was a bit of good news today.
I also took a urinalysis today. My doctor told me he found a "trace" of blood in urine. It said it could be nothing but just to be on the safe side he's sending it in for further testing. He said it may be necessary to have that procedure to check my bladder for bladder cancer. This is where the doctor (or one of his helpers) sticks an instrument with a small camera on the end up my penis to check my bladder. I've avoided this invasive procedure twice in the past ten years but it looks like my time of reckoning has come. I hate these invasive procedure, especially in THAT area. I've already had a stent inserted in my penis for three weeks and folks I'm here to tell you, that is no picnic. Very uncomfortable wearing it (you feel like you have to pee all the time) but the worst part was taking it out. So I await my doctor's verdict if I have to undergo this procedure.
At time like this I remember back to those halcyon days which I went years without visiting a doctor. Years in which I didn't have this constant mucous buildup in my throat which makes me feel like I'm suffocating. Years in which I was limber enough that I didn't ache in pain with arthritis when I wake up. Years in which I didn't require an afternoon nap of at least an hour's duration. But you know folks, I'm thankful for the good health I do have. Could be worse, a LOT worse.
Tomorrow I have off then on Thursday I work at the hotel Thanksgiving Day. I work the following two days for a co-worker who is filling in for me next week, when I'll be in Philadelphia with my Canadian Travel Buddy, Pat. Every day folks, I treasure and appreciate my ability to work and to enjoy my quarterly get-togethers Pat.