Well, my life has taken a turn. I guess most peoples’ does sooner or later. In my case at 61 I discovered I had prostate cancer and realized that my life was not going to end up anywhere close to where I thought things would turn out. Frankly, I think this kinda sucks. It may have been better if I had at least had some symptoms or something, but I felt superbly healthy until the diagnosis was delivered.
But here I am, trying not to feel too sorry for myself. I have always felt that once you are in a pickle your energies are best spend concentrating on where you need to go, not how you got into that pickle in the first place, or the tool it is taking. Focus on where you need to go, and move in that direction one step at a time.
As I write this first blog entry I am about 8 weeks past my Robotic Prostatectomy. It has failed to remove all of the cancer, so I will shortly be embarking on a two year ADT treatment with about 8 weeks of radiation. I had hoped that the surgery would be a quick fix and after some months I would be able to get on with my life. Unfortunately I now know that is going to be a long term process. So I decided to start documenting my thoughts and experiences as I go thru this process in the odd chance it may help someone else. Who know, maybe it will help me too. This particular disease can be an emotional roller coaster.