My transperineal biopsy involved me going in in the early morning, ‘nil by mouth’, a load of waiting, then into the theatre and waking up in the recovery room feeling fine about 1.30 pm.
Then back to the ward, where the first two micturitions were like pissing razor blades, but OK thereafter,
There was a junior doctor in charge of the ward, who knew little of urology, and I was fine, ready to go home. He disagreed, so I had to go through the rigmarole of discharging myself, which I don’t think the child doctor had ever encountered before!
I eventually left with a course of the anti-biotic Cephalexin.
They took forty-two samples, and I ended up with a multi-coloured bruise the size of my hand on my perineum, and a cancer diagnosis…
There was the inevitable pink urine later, and strawberry-coloured semen (can’t say if it was strawberry flavour) for a week or two, and that was that, much like my prostatectomy surgery!
Another guy on the ward had had a number of the useless TRUS biopsies, and was in agony after his transperineal, and was in no fit state to go anywhere that day.
Best of luck to your relative!
Cheers, John.