Well here goes, nothing can strike fear into a mans heart like the words from your doctor that you are more than likely getting around with a dose of Prostrate cancer.
I know I am not the first nor likely to be the last and there are probably some here who have suffered much more than me, I consider myself lucky.
The signs? None, nothing, no signals to say hey mate, drag your sorry arse in and get tested......the only warning, the old man getting a very large growth removed, along with his prostrate in what the doc described as a 9/10 seriousness case.
So cruise in and ask my doc for a check, rubber glove, ky and a finger up the date....all clear, whew. But, we will send you for a blood test just to be sure.
Blood test comes back and it's an elevated PSA reading, alert but not alarmed, get another test in 6 months and we'll see.
6 months later, back for another test and the reading has gone up by 50%....fuck! Another test to check for free psa, a better indicator of the likelihood of the big C and it's well out of whack....fuck! Best we get you looked at by a urologist Mr Aussiex.
Living in remote areas is such a joy when you need to see specialists, hours of driving, overnight, drive back.
Urologist is pretty matter of fact.
Family history - Strike one
Rising PSA - Strike two
Free PSA up to shit - Strike three
Prostrate has a nice lump on it - Strike four
Well now, we need to look a bit further, most likely scenario is cancer, biopsy is the next step to see what's going on there.
So that's my first blog post. Head to town tonight and tomorrow get the biopsy done.