Where to start?
6 weeks down the track and I am beginning to think that life will go on, probably never as it was but plenty of people are doing it tougher.
Milestone last weekend with 2 full days without having to wear continence pads. Not a perfect score as a few drops here and there but the bags and bags of pads I bought when thinking it would never get any better now consigned to the corner of the cupboard, thank fuck for that.
So with that under control, the attention now turns to erectile function. A mixed bag there although I am told by the doc that 12 months is not uncommon. Anyway about 2 weeks ago, curious lady who had turned into a bit of a fuck buddy pre surgery volunteers to help with the "rehabilitation". Things going ok and enjoying a bit of a pash session when something switches on and while I won't get carried away and call it a boner, there was enough to say "baby, roll over and get ready".
Unfortunately, from there it went downhill. In all the excitement of thinking the odds had been beaten and an early return to form prayer had been answered, a loss of control made for quite a mess and a lengthy clean up process. Previously mention fuck buddy probably wasn't ready for the golden shower and hasn't been seen since so no further research or rehab. Admit to it being a bit of shock and when talking to my old man he said the same thing happened to him.....this is the shit they don't tell you at the hospital.
Anyway, since then hardly a chubby, more than likely mental so a few scars to heal there. Other than that pretty good but not being able to exercise as I did is driving me crazy. Off to the doc later in the month and a blood test prior to hopefully confirm "You're cured mate". Bad news about my old man though, seems he left it too long to get things checked and now in for radium and chemo related to secondary cancer.
So gents, please get yourself checked is all I can say.