A touching, sometimes hilarious, tale of prostate cancer by someone I “follow.” A cautionary tale (tail?). Well worth The Read. And more comes.
Try not to think about it.
It’s rare you can put your finger on the precise moment your life changed. In my case, it involved an actual finger.
In late July, I had an appointment with my family doctor before she skittered off to Abitibi. Near the end of the exam, she said, “Okay, let’s do it,” so I dropped my pants, lay on my side and took a deep breath.
And then I (uncomfortably) felt that finger hesitate, as if to say, “Wait a sec…”
“You have a bit of hardness on one side of your prostate,” my doctor reported. “It could be nothing, but let’s do a blood test.”
The blood test revealed a high PSA, and for the first time we were saying the word “cancer.” Prostate cancer. Of course I would get the most comedic of all the cancers, perhaps the only comedic one. It’s…
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