Home at last!Home from the odyssey to unravel the truth about my body and its stirrings of rebellion.
The journey - and, I suppose,
this blog - began last year with annoying nocturnal needs. Visits to
local doctors, together with a couple of worrying
PSA tests, decided me to seek further opinions in the UK.
That round of consultations, tests,
examinations and an
MRI scan confirmed that my body had bcome rebellious and unbalanced enough to make my prostate cancerous. Not the happiest end to my quest.
The end was also the beginning, though. The beginning of the rest of my life. That old cliché.
Invasive and destructive treatments are not my scene. Also, the policy of beta-testing on trusting patients by the pharmaceutical giants - and their outrageous profiteering - makes me anti drugs.
However, desperation for a good night’s sleep without 5 or 6 toilet breaks persuaded me to use some (very expensive)
prescription pills to relieve the symptoms. And they are doing the trick. So far.
But, what about long term? The knife? Chemo? Radiation?
Or could there be something else . . . ?
tags: psi mri prostate cancer