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.