Months +3 and Days +1
Today marks three months from my diagnosis with prostate cancer and the first day since starting the treatment. No gory treatment pictures. No gory stories. The truth is that despite the fact that I was under “conscious” sedation for this outpatient procedure, I remember very, very little between the painkiller injections and the nurse telling be to get dressed. But somehow five hours had passed, I was kinda sore in sensitve spots and this catheter bag had somehow been attached to my body. Then this morning I was as proud as a newly toilet-trained two-year-old when the catheter was removed and I was able to pee on my own. Sorry, no pics of that either. Not experiencing as much discomfort as I expected, but I’m not yet man enough to go off the Vicodin and see if I’ll still be singing the same tune. I’m sure the tone of some of these posts will change as the radiation kicks in, but for now this is going pretty smooth.
I’d planned on a few slow days and except for one little transaction there’s no work on the calendar for a few days, and no swimming for a while either. Lots of TV and Pongo time has been blocked off. No need to vote today either; I took care of that a while ago.
Thanks again for all the good thoughts, well wishes, support, visits and drives to the appointments.
Dude, you rule. Anybody who can take a catheter and talk about it without puking is my hero. You’ll be good to go before you know it. Take care.
Keep doing great man. Thoughts are with you. Be sure to take your fluids, rest up — keep your strength and spirits high!
I suggest a Bill Murray movie marathon for the last part.
Me and Herr Dachshund are think’n about you!
But of course you already knew that.
Now stop blogging and rest and sleep.
Much love to you and Pongo.
Feel better Chuck. We look forward to your return.