When I went to see an oncologist post-op, he keyed some figures into his computer and turned the screen towards me to show me the results.
I turned my iPad to him to show him the exact same Nomogram prognostication from the Sloane Kettering Memorial Hospital in the States. As I go longer cancer-free, in idle moments I put revised dates post-op into that Nomogram to see how the forecast has changed. It’s sort of OK for five years, not so much for seven, and I think it’s 70% chance of recurrence in fifteen years, by which time I might be dead of something else.
If it does come back at some point, no doubt I will become acquainted with the delights of chemical castration and radiotherapy, as often chronicled here.
So, no I do not have any pre-PSA test anxiety, and I have extended my testing regime to every six months and am getting on with life, as long as it may be.
Best of luck.