Friday, August 20, 2010
I went to see the doctor last March to discuss the PSA readings concerning my Prostate. The reading was just above the high limit, 4.06, with the first exam (causing me some stress) and 4 weeks later the PSA was higher at 4.23. (more stress). The readings were increasing it was a cause for concern for me. The doctor was not so concerned because prostate cancer is typically slow growing. He said most men die with prostate cancer but did not die because of prostate cancer. Well that little tid-bit sure eased my mind!! NOT!!
After my motorcycle trip I had another PSA test done and it was higher again, 4.65. (Heightened stress). So last Friday, on the 13th no less, I went in for a biopsy of the prostate.
I had an idea what was going to be done, but not to what extent. The nurse said to get undressed, totally, and handed me a towel about the size of a band-aid! I guess she didn't trust me me so she stayed in the room while I got undressed giving me directions on where to put my clothes. I stood around for another 10 minutes waiting for the doctor while clutching the towel for dear life with my thumb and forefinger on one part of the towel and my pinky finger holding onto the other part of the towel. I was desperately trying to protect my "dignity" through this informal setting. By the way, all all the while the door to the hallway was open and no curtains drawn. Very informal setting. When it was time for the procedure the nurse had me lay on by side took my towel away, then nurse-handled my backside dignity into the open air just where she wanted it. She did however give the towel back to me to cover my front dignity. Now the doctor comes in and starts a digital exam. Felt like he was, at minimum, up to his elbow!! I thought he was never going to vacate the area. I guess I should appreciate his throughness. Well he finally did completed that job. He then came at me with a needle and placed it where he last had his digit (and elbow) and said "you will feel a little sting". He didn't tell me at the time it was going to be several little stings. (I would upgrade them moderate-intense stings). Then came the next instrument to take the biopsies which was bigger than the needle and looked much more menacing. I thought there was only going to be one sample taken, but it was 12 samples and I felt every one. All of this is while the doctor and nurse was talking about the coming weekend where the doctor telling her not to stress out and stay calm! Which, by the way, I began stressing out a bit because I want them both to be calm. I figured he would work faster if not discussing personal things that did not include me in the conversation. I ask him if he was having fun yet, but I think he failed to see my attempt at humor. I just wanted him to hurry up and get this procedure over!
At least I overcame being self-conscious running around naked in front of people, who I didn't know, with the door open. Not that I will begin making a career of running down the halls naked. I still have a few shreds of dignity left. They did not take it all! I tell myself that all the people were clinical, well maybe not the receptionist and the cleaning person? I guess this is great practice if I should ever want to go to a nude beach.
I would like to ride my motorcycle but the doctor nixed that for a few more days until the prostate heals completely from the biopsies. I don't think I was suppose to work out vigorously by the last 3 days I have with no problems.
Bottom line (I use that term conservatively) is: I got a call today and they said no cancer. It feels like a big weight lifted and I should go out and celebrate...but wait, I am on a diet so I guess I will watch some reruns instead of Peoples Court, Bones, and a few Criminal Minds.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
If you have run on a treadmill, long enough, sooner or later you will have an embarrassing story to tell. I was jogging on the treadmill, at 24Hour Fitness, while talking (me listening mostly) to someone who was standing in front of me. My foot got to close to the edge of the moving belt where my heal stayed on the moving belt and the balls of my feet went onto the stationery siderail. With half of my foot on a stationery rail and the other half on a moving belt going at 5 mph, you can picture the fiasco. I began flopping around grabbing for the hand rails, while trying to regain my balance, trying not to fall down, making enough racket to wake the dead, and with the whole gym, about 50+ people, staring in my direction. People close to me showing much concern asking me, "Are you OK?". All I could do was eek out was,"Yes I am" while laughing so hard from embarrassment. Since I did not seem to have learned from my prior mistake, I did it again 2 weeks later and again yesterday. So far I have not gone flying back and hit the wall behind me. Is that next?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I am getting within sniffing distance of 219 lbs... Only 6 lbs to go!
A far cry from the 277 lbs I started with in Jan. 2010. There has been a lot of challenges trying to make changes in my lifestyle. It is still a work-in-progress that includes a lot of self-talk, reading health articles, fitness articles, Nutrition & Fitness logs, SparkMember Blogs...etc., and trying to make the right choices.
Changing my lifestyle has taken its toll on me in several ways. It has been a mental emotional roller-coaster ride that is akin to, at times, an "E" ticket ride at Disneyland. I applaud my wife and friends who have stayed with me on this journey. It is not easy and is a slow process. It has taken a commitment that I knew I had but had to bring it to the surface. Even though the toll has been a price to pay , but a lot of very positive things are emerging from the process.
Thanks to my family, close friends and SparkFriends for their support I have received.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Ran my first ever 5K!! What an experience! Never considered myself a runner, on purpose that is, but none-the-less I was able to complete the run. Yesterday I was unsure whether I was going to be able to even run because I was nursing a very sore left knee. I felt the knee "popping" when I walked. I bought some ointment, made my eyes burn and smelled like a gym, that seemed to really help. I bought a knee bandage to help out the problem and it helped as well. Aren't Drug Stores wonderful!
This morning I got up at 5:30 AM, ate 2 cups of oats and started drinking water, then sipping on gatorade until race time. The race started at 9:00 AM and off I went, sore knee and all. After the 1st mile and a half I needed to walk for about 2 min.. I needed to slow my pace down due to the knee acting up a bit, but I was not in pain which was great. I did have to walk another 2 times, one big steep hill, but walked about 2 min. each time. I managed to finish the race "running" although not fast... but not walking.
Now I need to step up my workout routine and obtain more endurance and a little more speed. I wonder if the Drug Store carries that product?
My time was 39:34. Better than I thought it would be, and I am very pleased. The money for the fundraiser was for "Bridging the Gap" for the Tigard and Tualatin Schools.
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