Hi everybody. I haven’t posted in quite a while. I think sometime in January or so. Not that there was nothing to say. For a while I was blaming what I called “a crisis of ambition”. I was felling great (for once). I no longer need a cane to walk….in fact it has been so long since I did need that cane….well, I can’t remember. Finally I feel as though I am building muscle mass. I am literally feeling stronger every day.
Of course, now you can’t stop me. I will gladly help clean the house. I will gladly do as much of the yard work as I can. I will gladly not need any help this year with the garden. Aside from the fact that I can’t kneel because of my replaced knee and some (quite long) scars, I don’t even think about the two hips and one knee I replaced. I feel good.
Every March I go in to see Dr. Spike (my urologist) for my annual prostate exam. All kidding aside (and I do quite a bit of it), it’s not that bad. Run a PSA and endure the exam. This year a few days later I received a call to set up a biopsy. Alarms go off. The scheduling nurse very sweetly assured me that the only reason for it is because the PSA is non-specific and raised therefore requiring the test.
I went for this biopsy last Wednesday. Results on Friday or Monday. Okay. Phone call yesterday. It is Dr. Spike. Bad news. Apparently I now host a fairly aggressive cancer. Fairly aggressive. What does that mean? Time for research. I have an appointment with him tomorrow. Ya know, I was just getting to the point where I had tons of extra energy and time at the end of a day to work on blogs and podcasts again. Now? We will see.
I am not planning on going away any time soon. I still have info to share and comments to make. What better pulpit than this. I am back. Really.
I’ll keep ya posted.