Brief update to my previous posts... I'm tired, so a little-less humour this time.
This week had biopsy result... Gleason 8 (4+4).
'Oh, you clearly missed it then' jokes-I with the urologist - we'd both been expecting higher.
[For some odd reason, I now refer to 'my Jackie Gleason score' (the actor).]
Had bone scan same day... after joking with urology nurse that 'I'd either peed-out all the water I'd been asked to drink, or was going into Acute Urinary Retention'.
An hour-or-so later the bone scan was aborted by an emergency transfer to A&E... for a hosepipe to be shoved-up my wizzer.
Apparently the radioactive tracer had sent my bladder sphincter into spasm and hence the AUR.
So, hours later, after catheterisation, kidney tests, etcetera... me and a large bag of nuclear p*ss return to the bone scan... wondering whether to laugh, cry, or launch a pre-emptive tactical strike on Paignton [nearest local town].
Have begun hormones... so an increased penchant for Adele rekkerds and re-runs of West Side Story loom large.
Good news is, as cancer patient I get free hospital parking.
It's all good (or could be a helluva lot worse). Woo-hoo!
And, in closing, as usual my genuine best wishes to all who're struggling - humour helps me (and from feedback received, others too).
Right, now let's pop to the shops and get a new handbag.
Edited by member 14 Jul 2018 at 11:34
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