A New Appointment

We had a phone call today giving us the time of my next trip through the atomic donut. It's the day before we plan going on our short holiday, so I hope it doesn't interfere.

Because they're putting radioactive stuff into me we don't have to pick anything up at the pharmacy first.

Bugger

Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger.

I had my follow up appointment with the surgeon today. He apologized, but said it was bad news. As I suspected, my PSA was too high which means they didn't get all the cancer with the operation.

So now I have to have another trip through the atomic donut, then 7 weeks of radiotherapy treatment 5 days a week. All whilst having testosterone injections (they're actually anti testosterone). He first phrased it as "chemical castration", one of the bleakest things I've ever been told. That's an injection every month for 6 months.

He says 5 minutes a day for the radiotherapy. Not looking forward to it - it means driving to Poitiers and back every day. That's 3 hours on the road every weekday for 7 weeks.

Not my happiest day.

We did finally get the document off him that says I'm unable to work. This may mean we can claim some money on social security.

Holiday!!

Just as I booked us a holiday before I went in to hospital, I've book a short holiday as a reward for getting through this, and an incentive to get my bladder under control.

Andorra is cheap out of season, so that's where we're going.

My Brother is OK

I had a message from my brother today, his PSA levels are good.

A Message from My Brother

He had his PSA test today.

A Message to my Brother

My brother is due a PSA test, but is being tardy about it. 

So I sent him a message:

The things they don't tell you:

Having a tube shoved up the old fella is uncomfortable and it leaks, so you have permanently wet clothing

After a while the willy becomes almost an innie rather than an outtie. That means even when you do start peeing on the loo for yourself it just dribbles out and trickles down your cods.

Even the most comfortable nappies are uncomfortable. They chafe between the legs.

I'm feeling better, but I can feel the stomach muscles starting to bind again.

Let's see if that does the trick 

And now it's two

Bad news. Ive just received a message from a really good friend in Australia that she's been diagnosed with breast cancer. She's having an operation to remove the tumours in 2 days time. It feels a bit bleak, but she's a bloody chirpy and positive person, and I'll have someone to talk to who is going through similar thoughts.