I tried to go about my normal routine but the thoughts of the upcoming battle are never far from my thoughts. Even on the golf course I find myself now and then contemplating what lies ahead.
In the evening, I had a long conversation with a doctor
friend who had gone through a similar experience a few years back. It was
positive in that he was still healthy after a starting position which sounded
far worse than mine – a much higher PSA (19) and a very high Gleason score. He
had undergone radio therapy chemotherapy and hormone therapy and despite the
unpleasantness of some of the side effects had managed to live a reasonably
normal life. He did say that when it comes on deciding which of the treatment
options to take that you can feel overwhelmed – and he was a doctor. He very
kindly offered to accompany me when I saw the oncologist – this is an offer I
might well take up.
This conversation certainly helped to put things in
perspective. My overwhelming urge is a need to get on with it. Of course, I
have the slow, grinding machinations of the NHS to contend with. I wonder
whether my private medical insurance can help?
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