Day 1,974 – PSA Blood Draw

It’s funny how time, distance, and distractions can take your mind off things. I’ve been so busy in my new job and personal life lately, that I haven’t had any time for another case of PSAnxiety leading up to this morning’s blood draw. The remainder of the week and weekend will be equally busy (and distracting), which is a good thing.

The other thing that’s different is my indifference. I guess I finally came to the conclusion that there’s absolutely no rational reason to get all worked up about something that I can’t control. What will be, will be, and there’s no sense wasting all that energy driving myself nuts with worry. Wait for the results, then go from there.

Experience is a good teacher after all. I’ll post the results when I have them (or in my regularly scheduled monthly post on the 11th).

Life expectancy, mortality, surgery, risk, and management of localized prostate cancer

Found this to be an interesting article:

Life expectancy, mortality, surgery, risk, and management of localized prostate cancer – http://wp.me/pdkiw-5ZS

Battling Insurance / Overcoming Fear

One of my blog readers shared a story via email that had two elements to it. I was hard-pressed to provide insights, so I thought I’d ask for your perspectives as well.

First, he had had radiation to treat his prostate cancer but it apparently caused significant issues with his sexual performance to the point that he’s considering a surgical solution to try and restore it. The health insurance company, however, won’t pay for it.

To try and get the insurance company to pay for it, he needs to talk with his human resources representative at work about the terms of the contract, but he “would rather die” than speak to the HR rep about sexual function issues.

So my questions to you are:

1. What advice would you give concerning battling the insurance company?

2. Did you have a similar fear of discussing sexual function/ED with your support team and, if so, how did you overcome it?

Please leave your respectful, constructive comments below if you can help.

Month 64 – Rethinking How Aggressively to Treat Cancer

Scrolling through my Facebook feed, I came across this interesting article, Gentler attack on cancer may mean that we can live with it longer, about taking a less aggressive approach to treating cancer in order to live longer. The theory is that, if you try to kill every cancer cell with a very aggressive initial treatment, any remaining cancer cells become resistant to further treatment and can be more problematic. If you take a slower initial approach to just contain the existing cancer cells, you may be able to extend your life.

I also came across this article, ASCO Endorses Active Surveillance for Prostate Cancerrecommending active surveillance over immediate treatment for those with low-risk prostate cancer (low-risk being defined as a Gleason of 6 or less). There appear to be some common sense reality checks that allow for exceptions to their recommendation as well. It’s an interesting read.


On my own front, I’ve been doing well emotionally knowing that my next PSA test is coming up soon. My appointment with the urologist is on 19 April 2016, but I’ll probably get the blood drawn when I’m scheduled to be in the clinic for another meeting on 6 April (my weight-loss group—81 lbs./36.7 kg lost!). That means I can probably get my results online around the 9th or 10th and, with luck, they’ll still be in the 0.04–0.05 ng/ml range (or less).

Speaking of luck, my streak of bad luck in 2016 continued. On my way home from my new job on my second week there, I was cut off on the highway by some yahoo not paying attention, and I had to stand on the brakes to avoid hitting him. Sadly, the gal behind me didn’t react quickly enough and rear-ended me to the tune of $2,500 USD in damages. <Sigh> Thankfully, insurance is covering the entire cost, as it wasn’t my fault—my deductible was waived. Of course, the guy who caused the accident drove off into the sunset without stopping.

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Biology Ahead!

Wow. I haven’t used that little warning symbol in a long, long time, but there is something to report (I meant to put it in my Life After Prostatectomy–60 Months Later post, but forgot).

One of the potential side effects of a prostatectomy is penile shrinkage. I’d say that I had noticed the change, but interestingly, things seem to have returned to pre-surgery size in the last few months. That’s something to discuss with my urologist in April (not that I’m complaining—just to see if it’s common for that to happen, and if it really takes five years for it to happen).

Month 63 – Study on Effectiveness of Cancer Screening

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Clearing storm, Imperial Beach, California

So 2016 is off to a stormy start for me (more on that in a minute) which means that I really haven’t focused on prostate cancer all that much this month. However, there was one article that caught my interest and one that I want to read more about.

The BMJ (formerly the British Medical Journal) published an article on 6 January 2016 titled: Why cancer screening has never been shown to “save lives”—and what we can do about it. Obviously, for those of us walking down this path, that title grabs our attention.

Because the BMJ requires registration to read the full article, here are links to a summary, the BMJ site, and an Infographic that you may want to check out. I’ll go back and read it in more detail when the dust settles after my stormy start to 2016.


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Digging for roots

My rotten start to 2016 actually began late in 2015 when roots took over the sewer line coming out of my guest bathroom in my house and shut down anything flowing out of the house on New Year’s Eve. The plumbers returned on Saturday, 2 January to clear the line again, and on Monday, 4 January, they were breaking through the concrete slab in my house to get to the offending roots.

Two days and $4,200 USD later, the roots were gone, the hole was back-filled, and it all was concreted over. Of course, now I have to replace the tile, vanity, and sink, so I decided it was time for a refresh of the entire bathroom (another $6K–$8K, potentially).

You may recall that I flew to Chicago in the middle of all of this chaos to visit my sister and brother-in-law and their family. I returned to work on Thursday, 14 January and around 2 p.m. on Friday, I get a call from the Human Resources manager, “Could you please come up to my office?”

I entered the office and there was the HR manager, my boss, and her boss. “This doesn’t bode well,” I thought to myself. Sure enough, my position at the museum was eliminated in a cost-savings move, effective immediately. Bummer.  But, hey, at least I’ll have time to focus on the bathroom remodel now, right?

Not so fast…

On Saturday, 30 January, I thought I better get a job search in gear, so that evening, I came across a position which was exactly what I was doing before—volunteer coordinator—at for an organization less than half a mile from my old employer. I sent my resume off on Sunday; got an email  on Monday requesting an interview; had the interview on Wednesday; and was offered the job on Friday. I accepted and started the job this week. Oh. and it pays more, which will help with all the repairs.

See, there is a silver lining in every storm cloud!

Month 62 – New Year, New Perspective

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Merced River & El Capitan, Yosemite National Park

It’s a new year with new beginnings.

I started mine with a trip back to my hometown outside of Chicago to my sister and her family. (I know. Who in their right mind flies from San Diego to Chicago in January?!?) It was a trip that was overdue.

In August, my then 54-year old brother-in-law had a massive stroke, completely out of the blue, that left him with no movement in his left arm or leg. My sister and I discussed the timing of me returning to support her, and she wanted to hold me in reserve for when the local support from friends and family there would begin to wane. Between a whole host of considerations, it just worked out best for me to return now.

Between my brother-in-law’s stroke and my own scare with the upward tick in my PSA four weeks later—and the fallout from both—it does make one reflect once again on priorities and the truly important things.

That point was driven home when I stumbled across this post on my Facebook timeline: The Tail End by Tim Urban. It’s a quirky read with an interesting twist on how to look at our time remaining in this world.

My 58th birthday was a few days ago, and with this stupid cancer thingy and a family history of cardiac issues (Dad and his mom both died at age 69 from cardiac issues), I’m afraid that I have more days behind me than in front of me. It’s time to get busy prioritizing my own list, and then act on it.

Oh. My brother-in-law? He’s made tremendous strides in his rehabilitation with movement returning in his leg faster than it has in his arm (but there’s progress in both). We’ll just have to be patient and see how far the rehab will take him.

Happy New Year!


I recently came across a prostate cancer resource, an organization called Us TOO International Prostate Cancer Education & Support Network. On cursory review, it looks like a very helpful site with access to support groups and plenty of related information.

Day 1,861 – Meeting with Urologist

I met with my urologist this afternoon to review my now detectable PSA readings.

She was happy that the reading stayed essentially the same, and said that there’s no need for panic. However, she’s concerned enough that we’ll retest in four months and will probably continue to do that for the foreseeable future, just as I anticipated. This test-and-wait routine can go on for years.

One of the things that I need to work on is not putting my life on hold until the next test result. I found myself doing that between September and December, and that’s not a good thing. Time to just say to hell with this stupid cancer and move forward. If it comes back, it comes back and I’ll deal with it then.

Month 61 – Letter to the Newly Diagnosed

A few weeks ago, one of my blog’s readers, a three-time cancer survivor, emailed me with a suggestion for a post topic: An open letter to the newly diagnosed, offering insights and support based on my own experience. I found the idea intriguing, so here goes…


Dear Newly Diagnosed Cancer Patient,

“You have cancer.” Three little words that will change the lives of you and your family forever. It’s terrifying. It’s bewildering. It’s overwhelming. It sucks.

Oregon Sunset 2Cry a little. Cry a lot. But strive to get through the initial shock and emotional reaction as quickly as you can. You’ve got work to do.

Don’t bother trying to answer the question, “Why?” You’ll spend too much energy to never get the answer. You’ll need to focus that energy on what’s ahead.

Don’t be ashamed that you have cancer. Have open and honest conversations about it with those around you; don’t bottle it up. Find a tidbit of humor in the situation and inject it into the conversation. When you do, people will feel more comfortable around you. Recognize, however, that some people will find being around cancer too difficult and will withdraw. Let them go, for their sake and yours. Most will return once they’ve had time to process what’s happening.

Relationships will be put to the test and may change. Remember that this isn’t all about you. It’s about those closest to you, too, and sometimes it can be more than they can bear. You’ll have to be the strong one for them. Don’t be surprised when some of your most casual acquaintances become your biggest supporters. Embrace them.

Become your own advocate. Research, research, and research some more. You may have the best medical team in the world, but question them. While they’re highly trained medical professionals, they’re still human. They may have their own self-interests in mind. If you ask a radiation oncologist what the best treatment option will be, he or she will likely say radiation. If you ask a surgeon, the answer will likely be surgery. You have to be comfortable with what’s right for you, knowing all the potential risks, side effects, and complications.

Seek out other patients who have had your cancer, whether a friend, a family member, or in a support group (or even through a blog). They can be the greatest resource available to you. They can tell you their first-hand experience and how the cancer and the treatment impacts their daily life. Recognize that each case is unique, so take their input with a grain of salt and realize you may not have the same result.

You can research and consult with your medical team until the cows come home, but at some point you’re going to have to make a decision. You. It’s your body and your life. You have to be comfortable that your research was thorough, and that you’ll make the best decision possible with the information at hand at that point in time. Then place your trust in your medical team to do the best they can.

You will be stressed. You’ll have “cancer” on the mind 24/7. Figure out ways to distract yourself from the cancer thoughts even for a few hours. Go to a movie, take a drive through the country, take a hike—whatever works for you. The stress can wear you down physically. Get plenty of rest after those sleepless nights; watch your nutrition. You’ve got to be as healthy as you can going into the challenges ahead.

All of this is far easier said than done. I know. Friends and family will offer assistance; take them up on their offers. They’re not there to pity you; they’re there to offer genuine help and support. Don’t let pride get in the way.

While we all hope for the best possible outcome, the harsh reality is that not everyone survives cancer. Make sure your affairs are in order, especially advanced medical directives, and that your family understands  and will honor your desires.

Being told you have cancer is not the end; it’s the beginning of a process.

In my case, I was diagnosed with Stage IIb prostate cancer, and the diagnosis was the beginning of my process to determine what treatment option was best for me. But even if you’re diagnosed with late Stage IV cancer and are considered to be terminal, it’s still the beginning of the process to figure out the best options for your remaining time.

Lastly, even if your cancer allows for successful treatment, cancer will always be in your thoughts long after the treatment ends. I’m five years out from my diagnosis and treatment, and a little “recurrence cloud” follows me around every day, as I wonder whether or not the cancer will return. Once you introduce cancer into your vocabulary, it’s there for good, whether the actual disease is there or not.

I wish you and your family all the best as you begin your own journey.

Dan

Day 1,852 – PSA Results

The results are in. My current PSA is 0.04 ng/ml. In September it was 0.05 ng/ml and prior to that it had been undetectable for four years.

So what does this all mean? Hell if I know. I’ll learn more from my urologist on 15 December. In the interim, here’s my take on it.

The PSA level is still well below the biochemical recurrence level of 0.2 ng/ml, so no need to panic.

I’m glad to see that it didn’t increase beyond 0.05 ng/ml. That means it’s consistent for now (why quibble over one one-hundredth of a nanogram) and perhaps the change in lab methodology to the ultra-sensitive PSA test is, in fact, what’s driving the elevated readings.

On the other hand, that may not make sense. The less sensitive PSA test (accurate to 0.03 ng/ml) would have been able to detect the 0.05 or 0.04 readings if my PSA was elevated prior to the conversion to the uPSA test. That tells me that my PSA has risen slightly in the last year.

I have to admit that I hoped for better news but am glad it’s not worse news. As I predicted a while back, I suspect we’ll continue to monitor my PSA on a more frequent basis (quarterly?) going forward for years to come.

I’ll share the urologist’s thoughts after the appointment on the 15th. Thanks for your kind thoughts and support along the way.

Day 1,849 – Pricked

I arrived at the clinic right at the scheduled opening time, and nine people were already checked in ahead of me. After waiting 1 hour and 25 minutes, my arm was pricked and the blood was drawn for my PSA test.

Now the waiting begins. With the impending weekend, I’m not sure that I’ll have my results before Monday.