When I was at the Urologists office and was first told I have Prostate Cancer, he said your choices are Surgery or Radiation. It was a very sobering discussion. My doctor understood the gravity of the conversation. For someone who never seemed to stop when I came to his office…
It’s 5:30 in the morning. I’ve already been up for at least an hour. Sleep comes in spurts. Thankfully I haven’t needed to take anything to deal with my insomnia. Even though my sleep is sporadic I’ve been able to relax and sleep in chunks throughout the day. I’m scheduled…
It’s Sunday afternoon now… things have slowed down here. My parents just left and it’s me and Sunday football. Time to reflect on the whirlwind week I’ve had and where I am. Surgery from all indications went well. Thursday morning I’m sending out thank you texts to all who are…
So, what do I say? I’m 54 as of September 18th and I found out less than a month earlier that I had Prostate Cancer. In some ways I’m still processing the news of my situation and what it means. In that short period of time, I’ve set my path…