Yesterday's trip to Sainsbury's did not yield a suitable physical diary in which to record my "prostate cancer journey." But I did enjoy a couple of eggs on toast and a decaf flat white. I did not make a decision about which prostate cancer treatment path to pursue.
Sunday 29 March, 2026
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| Prostate identified in digital rectal exam (DRE) |
I always take a little time on Sunday mornings to reflect. It's a lingering echo from growing up in a churchgoing family. A regular topic of that reflection is gratitude. I am truly grateful for how fortunate I have been in life, and how to have had a life full of many wonderul experiences and people, a life that has lasted over seven decades so far.
All of which helps when you have to face the fact that there are cancer cells growing deep inside your body. Cells that could reach your spine and other organs and eventually kill you. Cells that are not going to go away without some fairly serious trauma. In the case of prostate cancer like mine that trauma is either:
A. Surgical removal or all or part of the prostate - an organ about which many of us humans remain relatively ignorant for most of our lives. (See diagram for location, relative size, etc.)
OR
B. A two-pronged attack through hormone manipulation and radiotherapy. The latter uses high-energy electromagnetic radiation to "zap" (target and damage) body tissue, specifically and hopefully, the cancer cells in the prostate.
The odds that either A or B will put the cancer into remission (no longer active) are about the same. Unfortunately, both A and B can have some serious side effects like incontinence, loss of erection and/or ejaculation, and more. I will delve into these in a future post.
Music: Sherpa, by Angine de Poutrine
Nutrients: I sauteed a head of broccoli with some tomatoes, sliced and fried the stem. Delicious. No need to take the spermidine capsules :-)
Meds and such: Daily Pills ✔ G&T Tonic ✔ CBD ✘ Banana ✔
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