Hi Shelle,
It is good that you can find something to laugh about in all of this, really, seriously. I still believe that a sense of humour, no matter how dark that humour or the situation, can help with the coming to terms and the passing of time. And when you thought things could not get worse, and they do, if you can laugh again in the face of that new challenge, you can cope with pretty much anything. Never give up.
When I was at the post op stage I wrote a blog about my life and times, and encounters with amongst other things frozen peas, warming balm gel stuff from a squirty can, and the ydoolb cable ties. I don't know how to access the blog, it was on the old site. But if you want a mild chuckle I can email you a document with the tale (yarn with some artistic licence) for you to read. Have a pad and some tissues to hand. All seems like an age ago, but was only May 2013. Oh, and herding sheep on a lane in Reading with a catheter fitted and wearing hospital pyjamas. I could laugh about it then, I can still laugh about it.
Your forgetting hubby is ill is entirely understandable, and no one looking at him will appreciate or understand his predicament. I used to describe having PCa to my friends as like rotting from the inside.
Good luck.
dave