Showing posts with label consultation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label consultation. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 September 2026

Give the Doctor Somewhere to Go

Why reading your own clinical results and asking the right questions turns a consultation into a collaboration.

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An Unexpected Appointment

Once again, I found myself in hospital, more times than I would have liked in a single year. I have lost count. I had no reason why this appointment had been scheduled, and my anxiety was not assuaged when, just over a week before, I received a call telling me to attend the diabetes centre.

It was a poorly delivered message. The department I used to attend had been relocated to what was once the Diabetes and Endocrinology Department, but you can imagine how I felt until I received clarification.

In any case, it would have come as a great shock, because nothing in my blood test results indicated any cause for concern in that area.

A Confusing Journey

When I did set off from home, I realised the bus was running seven minutes late. Although I had given myself enough time to find this new location, my appointment notice had not been updated accordingly. So I returned to the old place, where the receptionist registered me before advising me to take a seat.

A few minutes later, the receptionist came to tell me I had to go to another department. She gave directions, but the signage left me navigating a labyrinthine route, unsure whether I needed to explore further down or check with someone else. I did eventually find the place, and it was kitted out like a temporary setup, with patients barely out of a daze from the trouble of getting there.

Checks and Confusion

A nurse called out my name to check my height, weight, and blood pressure. Having arrived later than expected, and given the discombobulation that ensued, I feared the readings might be high. I took deep, controlled breaths and folded up my sleeve; they fell within the normal range. Phew!

Half an hour after my arrival, another nurse came to check what I was there for; it seemed the relocation had also introduced inefficiencies. Apparently, I had been invited for the second jab of the HPV vaccine, which, when I took it, proved quite painful.

Being My Own Advocate

This is part of my personal medical advocacy. Literate people should spend some time reading and understanding their clinical results, because doctors sometimes do not have enough time to tease out the issues with you. 

I recognise, too, that not everyone can do this alone; those constrained by education or digital access may need a trusted interpreter, whether a family member, carer, or advocate. That is precisely why those of us who can engage should and could do a little more.

When I do raise something, it is rarely idle curiosity. My questions are usually a way of satisfying myself whether a course of action is genuinely necessary. If you notice something outside the normal range in your results, bringing it up immediately elicits a response, whether an assurance that there is nothing to worry about, or an investigation requiring further tests.

Working With, Not Around

This is where prompting matters. When my consultant noticed my name on the board and invited me for a chat, my question about the creatinine levels gave the conversation somewhere to go. Those levels had been off the scale in late July, indicative of either an infection or kidney problems; if it were the latter, a change of medication might enter the fray.

Had I not raised it, the consultant might reasonably have assumed there was nothing more to discuss. Advocacy of this kind is not working around the doctor; it is working with them.

Along with the vaccine, a urine test was ordered, and late last night the results returned well within the normal range. I did not need a doctor or a consultant to tell me that, and my concerns were immediately allayed.

Essentially, we underserve ourselves in the quest for the best clinical outcomes if we leave everything to doctors as omniscient experts on our bodies, when we should be doing a bit more to keep them apprised.

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Wednesday, 21 January 2026

You Are the Boss

A Grateful Return

At the hospital today for my biannual check-up, where I have been under consultant supervision for just over a decade, one can be grateful for good health and wellbeing.

Arriving with 20 minutes to spare before my scheduled appointment, the nurse was already coming to reception for me to take measurements of my blood pressure, height, and weight.

The Numbers Game

I seem to have lost a few centimetres in height, gained more kilogrammes than is comfortable in weight, and my blood pressure was unusually high. I put the weight down to winter clothing, though I could lose some, and my blood pressure could be due to the anxiety I sometimes suffer about getting to the hospital on time. This is even though I practised calming down when I realised my bus was running seven minutes late.

I must have been quite self-involved about my weight when the nurse taking my readings could easily tip the scales at about 50% more than the figures I was posting. In fact, her uniform was likely reinforced at the seams with Kevlar threading, because any exertion on her part could have her literally spilling out of her dress.

Observations in the Waiting Room

The lesson, as I sat in the waiting room to be called in by the lead consultant for my assessment, was that each person had a gait—from plodding to brisk—proportional to their bodies of various sizes. This suggested the quest for health and healthy bodies is a daily struggle, whether you work in healthcare or not.

One lady could also do with a change of shoes; the heel on the left foot was so worn from the outside to the inside that the bend alone could introduce a bow-legged, rickety condition due to wrong footwear rather than childhood vitamin deficiency.

An Evolving Consultation

In the consultation room, where the consultant knows me by name, we had the company of a pregnant doctor as an understudy. We went over the usual things: physical, mental, social, and other matters I needed to have in consideration. It is always easy banter, and for the first time I heard it from senior medical personnel without having to assert it.

I reckon it is a kind of maturation that visits veterans in their field—having experience but not using it as omniscience. To a recommendation that I was yet to be convinced of, she said, "You are the boss." I hope that meant, "You make the final decisions about your medical pathways," rather than, "You fool, I'm giving you the best advice and you're being stupid and obstinate."

In the process, I extended the blood profile to check specific elements rather than the broad indicators. The session with the nurse phlebotomist was easy, without complications, then I collected my six-month prescription before returning home for some much-needed bed rest.

Let us, with a gladsome heart, be thankful for health.

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Saturday, 27 September 2025

Men's things XXV: Prostate cancer under control

Gathering my thoughts

There are many things to be grateful for: life, health, relationships, friendships, hope, faith, and the love that conquers all.

It's now been over a year ago that I began the twenty sessions of hypofractionated external beam radiotherapy for prostate cancer, the aftermath of which includes an extended time of monitoring and care. [NHS England: Hypofractionated external beam radiotherapy in the treatment of localised prostate cancer (PDF) 25 pages.]

After meeting with the multidisciplinary team in March, in conversation, I was to be seen again in 4 months, but the letter to my doctor indicated 5 months. But I received no appointments, so I had to consult the oncology department secretary about it.

It took her just over three weeks to respond. That was after I placed a phone call to her number and left a message that got a nurse to call and plan to be seen within three weeks.

Reviewing the process

Any appointment would have required first doing a serum prostate-specific antigen (PSA) test and getting the results before the appointment, and the secretary gave me just 6 working days to my next appointment to get that done.

Thankfully, for my Monday appointment, my GP surgery invited me on Thursday to provide a blood sample, and I was able to access the result on the NHS app last night.

I was concerned because the PSA results from February 2024 and the 5 test results altogether have fluctuated in ways that if I had not taken decisive action to act on the possible presence of prostate cancer by urging my doctor to be engaged, responsive, and proactive, the malignancy would have continued untouched to a seriously life-threatening situation.

This is because, in early February 2024, the PSA was borderline high at 3.5, then 7 weeks later at the end of March 2024, it had risen to 4.0 and needing further investigation, that started with a Digital Rectal Examination (DRE), through a multiparametric MRI (mpMRI) scan in April 2024, an ultrasound-guided transperineal biopsy of the prostate gland in May 2024, and a stage-2 prostate cancer diagnosis in June 2024 with the recommendation that I undergo active treatment.

Making your decisions towards the best outcomes

In July 2024, I made the choice between a radical prostatectomy and radical radiotherapy, opting for the latter, though on seeking a helpful opinion from Prostate Cancer UK, the nurse thought it was better to opt for active surveillance or watchful waiting.

I was not going to wait to watch what a clear diagnosis of cancer was going to do in my body, and worry myself silly about what I could have done on the back end of having this knowledge. That was the last time I called Prostate Cancer UK, because having come this far, I needed encouragement and support, not dissuasion.

As I prepared for radiotherapy, we had another PSA test at the end of August 2024, and it had fallen to 2.0. That sneaky thing could have been a dangerous signal to abandon treatment, as the reading had fallen below the danger zone into the normal range. However, that did not mean the cancer had suddenly disappeared. Either way, I was going through with the radiotherapy.

This began on the 12th of September 2024 for every weekday until the 9th of October 2024, and I worked through it, even as the side effects of chronic fatigue and bladder issues took hold. A month after treatment, I took an extended sick leave that lasted just under 2 months, spending most of that time with Brian, caring for me in Cape Town.

After treatment monitoring and beyond

When I went for my first post-treatment checkup in early April 2025, the PSA test I took, the previous week at the end of March, read 2.6 and this was the cause of my concern and it led me to question the reliability of the PSA test as an indicator of reduced prostate agitation, especially after radiotherapy, but then I also realised that the period of recuperation could be long, as exemplified in my strength, and voice.

My reckoning was that if the PSA result did not fall at my next appointment, I would request a second mpMRI scan. I am glad to say that on my receipt of the results last night, that might not be necessary as the PSA has fallen to 1.3 micrograms per litre (µg/L).

However, for my meeting on Monday, I am on alpha blockers since that regulates prostate function, since October last year, and I might be on that for some time, and I have had two episodes of epididymitis in May and August. We might have to discuss the hows and whys of that.

Apart from the occasional insomnia, the fluctuations in my voice, irregular occurrences of fatigue, and some restlessness that besets me at various times, I am doing quite well and happy with the improvements, grateful for the support from many people who have helped me through interesting times.

When I am presented with the opportunity, I talk about men’s things, the need for us to be conscious of the health of our bladders, bowels, prostates, testicles, and sexual organs. These things matter, and catching anything going awry early is of the utmost importance.

Here’s to life and living. Thank you.

References

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Saturday, 5 April 2025

Men's things - XXIII

Ignoring the specifics

I was looking forward to my hospital appointment set for Friday, the 4th of April 2025, though I seemed to have a different level of expectations, for my last visit to The Christie Hospital was the 9th of October 2024, when I took my last session of hypofractionated radiotherapy to the prostate gland.

In my euphoria about what the visit might entail, I was already announcing to others that it was going to be a conclusive kind of meeting, ignoring the fact that it was a nurse-led urology clinic. Maybe I chose to ignore the details, expecting something that was not on offer.

I was neither consulting with a doctor nor an oncologist; I was meeting with a nurse from urology when every other consultation I had attended from July last year was with a multidisciplinary team with an oncology perspective.

My engagement with urology ended in another hospital after the referral for the multiparametric MRI scan of the prostate gland, which led to an ultrasound-guided transperineal biopsy of the prostate, indicative of cancer, after which I was handed over to The Christie Hospital.

A name mangled

On arrival at the hospital, I was electronically checked in and ushered into the waiting room through a labyrinth of passages in Department 22. This visit was not as daunting as the very first, the place was familiar enough, buzzing with activity and full of medical personnel and the many who required their expertise.

When the nurse called my name, I heard another mangled version of it, a steady reading of the arrangement of vowels and consonants would have garnered applause for a brave attempt, but it was such that I had to mutter to the hearing of others, that name has been murdered again. However, there was no doubt that I was the patient being called to an examination room.

She offered to have another go at my name with my guidance, if she deigned to get much better, I doubt it could be achieved without a major surgical intervention. Even Brian’s attempts at Yoruba words and phrases bring such mirth, for the jollity he presents, we can overlook his incapacity.

Assessing the PSAs

When the urology nurse arrived some 15 minutes later, it became obvious that this was just an assessment meeting, one to determine how I was coping to the symptoms around radiotherapy and to enquire whether I needed additional support medically or mentally, and to answer any questions I might have.

It seemed they had lost the test results for the bloods taken on the eve of commencing radiotherapy when I attended the planning review in late August. She was using the readings presented in March last year, which on the surface suggested a considerable improvement, but I knew that there was a slight change in relation to the blood work done last week.

The Prostate-specific Antigen (PSA) result was slightly elevated but within range and higher than the result in August, but well below that which set us on this journey in March 2024. We agreed to have another meeting in four months rather than another six months, and I left to bask in the sunshine of beautiful South Manchester.

Lest I forget, I had a conversation with the Uber driver about Men’s things. I find that I am also being asked to share my experience; I might have to create slides to explain the intricacies of the prostate and the reasons for having early investigations and interventions on intimate issues.

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Thursday, 16 January 2025

A benign review of a malignant past

The shifting feasts of consulting

This was my third outing of the week after church on Sunday and the office on Tuesday. I had a rescheduled appointment from December that I attended yesterday. It was my usual biannual checkup, which has shifted from the April/October cycle to a January/July cycle in three years.

Once I realised, I would not be able to attend the early December appointment because I would be out of the country, I called to postpone the appointment and reschedule it to mid-January. I ensure I never miss my hospital appointments or consultations as it deprives others of time and audience with scarce medical personnel.

A miscommunication between us some 18 months ago meant I never received my expected scheduling for May, and we fell into a June/December cycle that only happened once. Besides rescheduling, I was promptly given a prescription to make up for the additional time.

Let’s keep to what we discussed

For this consultation, I had a few issues to discuss, the main one being the unfortunate mismanagement of information that I should not have received until I had met the consultant involved in that area of investigation and diagnosis. The computerisation of personal medical records meant that a certain diagnosis ended up in my clinic notes that the person I met should have redacted before forwarding to my doctor and I.

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The sinking feeling of reading a diagnosis of adenocarcinoma of prostate over a week before my scheduled appointment with the consultant urologist was as earth-shattering as it was a humbling reminder of one’s mortality. When I remonstrated with the doctor, he offered to redact the diagnosis, but what good was bolting the doors after the horses had bolted?

Meeting with the chief consultant of the team that had assumed my care for over a decade and she for about 8 years, she immediately understood the issue.

She said she would raise an incident with the multidisciplinary teams to ensure that they are aware of what information gets passed to the patient; that it is centred on their particular consultations; and that the more interested patients can assess seemingly hidden interdepartmental communications to read the chatter pertaining to them.

A malignant test of the benign

For me, what I learnt was the difference between the definition of malignant to the layperson and the medical establishment. When I read malignant adenocarcinoma of the prostate in interdepartmental communications, I read it as a qualifier of the type of cancer, something rampaging and very likely to cause death.

To the medical eye, malignant always means cancer regardless of stage or metastasis. The absence of cancer in the presence of a growth or tumour will be considered benign. [Medical News Today: What are the different types of tumour?]

My consultant patiently explained the terms fully to enhance my understanding. Other issues in my notes were from the perspective of the person I saw. Any similarities would suggest a lazy engagement, as situations and circumstances do change between visits.

All good and nice

We discussed the readings of my blood tests, and the need for new assays, though this time without a urine sample and at the end of my allotted time with a medical student present, I was handed on to the phlebotomist who had no problem drawing three vials of blood before I was sent on my way to collect my renewed prescription and I made my way home.

In all, the consultation was pleasant, and the typical readings were within normal range, it is likely I have lost a centimetre in height, and the physiotherapy to address issues in my spine will not commence until all the other medical issues are resolved.

Friday, 16 August 2024

Men's things - XV

When the not-so-obvious is ignored

When I was about 7 or 8 years old, my parents took me to the lawn tennis club to take lessons and learn how to play tennis. My mother was naturally trim and still in the child-bearing age range and even though my father had golf clubs, he was more inclined to play tennis and never on the golf course less than half a mile from where we lived in Rayfield, Jos.

I was not that good at tennis for a reason no one discovered until I was in my 30s. I could not hit the tennis balls because I could not track the distance and the speed of the ball. I had a lazy right eye, an astigmatism where the eye at rest wandered off the right depriving me of stereo vision.

That is why I ended up not properly learning to drive for my ability to judge distance and speed was impaired. I could compensate for it as a pedestrian, but not with impatient drivers behind me if I drove a car.

However, the sad part of knowing this truth was that something could have been done to correct the problem in my childhood; like wearing a patch over the good eye and forcing the lazy eye to align and focus. By the time I found out, my brain had already made up for the handicap, it would have been nigh on impossible to retrain my brain for the new vision of having astigmatism dealt with.

There is a correction for astigmatism in my lenses, but it does not perfect the entrenched issues with the condition. It is something you live with, and it is benign that it is not a concern to be bothered about.

Even knowledgeable doctors are not God

50 years on, I find myself ensuring that my concerns are addressed, all perspectives considered, and every option explained to satisfactory detail in my engagement with the medical profession to ensure that my expected outcomes are at the forefront of any conversation.

I respect the standard of expertise and wealth of knowledge that defines this group of professionals but for all they know, they are not gods, their word is not law in and of itself while every diagnostic and therapeutic path cannot be valid without my engagement and understanding.

The prime admonition that grounds everyone involved is encapsulated in this saying, “It is my body first before it is your Guinea pig.” By all means, I should never feel under pressure, duress, or deception in making choices. Whatever course I take with regard to the options before me is ultimately my decision, having been adequately informed by the experts.

I have learnt that I cannot be shy about asking questions and fundamentally there are no stupid questions, you find the form of words to pose your concern, and you have every latitude to ask follow-up questions until you have been satisfactorily answered.

I understand that doctors or consultants might feel challenged, they should welcome the challenge and be up to the task of confidently and convincingly defending their thinking, assertions, and procedures. It makes them better at understanding and addressing patient needs. Anything short of that, demands review.

Better safe now than sorry later

As medical procedures engender risk and can usually be irreversible, they do not run as projects that you can redefine if certain requirements are not met, you want to be sure that all issues are adequately and fully addressed before you submit yourself to treatment.

On the prostate cancer track of treatment of which I have now made the decision to opt for radical radiotherapy and much of the process of my thinking is addressed in the earlier series of Men’s things blogs, I have one question based on cancer risk groups which I have not found in any of the medical notes.

After I called the Macmillan Urology Specialist Nurse assigned to me at the Christie Hospital to tell her that I would elect for radical radiotherapy treatment, I decided I should seek support from Prostate Cancer UK to see if I could speak to a volunteer who had undergone radiotherapy without the prerequisite of hormone treatment.

You need to be quite knowledgeable about your condition with the articulation of your understanding of what you have been told about your diagnosis.

A progression of tests and results

My route to treatment was a progressive set of checks and tests going back to February and the highlights I would present again below:

PSA: Prostate Specific Antigen; this is a blood test that if the reading is high might suggest the presence of prostate cancer, but other factors might lead to a high PSA reading and that informs the next stage of investigation.

DRE: Digital Rectal Examination; when your PSA reads above certain nanograms per millilitre (ng/ml) in your age group, your doctor will use their judgement and discretion to digitally feel your prostate through your rectum to determine if it is enlarged or unsmooth among any other unusual or abnormal indicators. An enlarged prostate would suggest a referral for more analysis.

mpMRI: multiparametric Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan for prostate cancer. This is an MRI scan taken of your prostate with contrast. This means a dye solution is fed into your veins to accentuate the blood vessels and the prostate gland to determine the condition, size, and possible presence of cancer lesions. The most important score from the mpMRI scan is the Likert or PI-RADS (Prostate Imaging – Reporting and Data System) score with a range of 1 to 5.

A score of 3 or more would most likely lead to conducting a biopsy of your prostate gland. This would indicate the likelihood of cancer and the only way to determine this is to conduct a histopathology examination of cells extracted from your prostate.

The reading from the MRI scan would give an indication of the prostate cancer stage represented by a T score and better detailed in the TNM reference later in the blog.

UGTBP: Ultrasound-guided transperineal biopsy of the prostate is a procedure to extract biopsies of the prostate gland for examination. An ultrasound probe is inserted in the rectum and a biopsy needle which operates like a staple gun is inserted through the perineum under local anaesthetic. The injections can be painful and uncomfortable, but you should be awake to react.

While it is possible to have this under general anaesthesia, you lose the facility and ability to react, and some damage might ensue. After the biopsy, you are likely to have blood in your urine and semen for weeks. This procedure is the more favoured of biopsies as opposed to the transrectal one which could introduce complications and infection.

The result of the biopsy if positive will set in motion, an entry in the National Cancer Registry and a referral to a cancer specialist hospital.

The most important information from this histopathology examination is the Gleason score and Grade Group.

Making sense of it all

The investigations and tests above will inform the medical personnel conclusively if you have prostate cancer and begin the determination of the course of treatment to take.

The consultant who conducted the biopsy made two assertions in his medical notes without engaging me, this was besides the fact that the information was mismanaged by the NHS trust that I knew what was to be diagnosed a week before I met with the consultant.

His advice was in these words, “He will need active treatment,” and that meant out of three possible options for treatment, active surveillance, a radical prostatectomy, and radical radiotherapy of the prostate, the first was off the table before I was engaged.

Having opted for radiotherapy and found I did not qualify for brachytherapy because of my high I-PSS score, the external beam presented a more comfortable treatment plan over the uncertainties of surgery and the complications that might result.

A welcome intervention from another angle

That was until I sought support from Prostate Cancer UK and the nurse having been given some indicators from the diagnosis wondered why I was not being considered for active surveillance.

CPG: Cambridge Prognostic Group system; this allows the doctor to assess your cancer risk group and suggest the best treatment track for the cancer. The indices use values and logical operators of AND/OR to provide an assessment.

From the 5 CPG groups, the elements landed in CPG 2 and the Prostate Cancer UK nurse vehemently suggested I ask some questions as to why active surveillance and watchful waiting was not one of the treatment options on the table.

A radiotherapy planning CT (computer tomography) scan is scheduled; I have since called the Christie Macmillan Urology Specialist Nurse service to ask for an appointment to discuss this option in detail.

This is to address all the questions before we start anything and to give me both the understanding and conviction that I am following the course of treatment for the best outcomes.

In researching this blog, I came upon this piece of tabulated information I have from the onset, sought, to help me choose the best treatment in terms of the options, the long-term situation, and the consequences of whatever treatment option you choose.

Choosing the best treatment based on different studies. [Adapted from CRUK (Click to enlarge)]

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Saturday, 10 August 2024

Men's things - XIV

With the passage of time

It has been over two weeks since I was last at The Christie to discuss the radiotherapy option for treating prostate cancer. From my previous Men’s things blog, we had a disputation even as the information was coming in faster than I could fully process what I was being told.

Much as I have much information to read up on to appreciate the options on the table, the post-operative consequences of a prostatectomy did not offer me any comfort beyond the knowledge if I had the inclination that the prostate will be totally removed along with the possibility that the end result could be total irreversible impotence.

That probably does not bother me as much as the loss of bladder control which could last anything from 3 to 6 months or more. As I am quite an active person, this could lead to a rather diminished quality of life as I try to cope with the issues involved. Besides, as this procedure is conducted under general anaesthetic, you will not have the option to consult or interfere in any consequential surgical activity.

Just the thought that you might after waking up from anaesthesia be told the good news that the operation was successful and then the other news that you will no more be the man you once were could be a terrifying prospect that in my good mind I felt was not what I wanted to be visited with.

From the foregoing to decision time

I had a long conversation with my Holistic Needs Assessment nurse from the Macmillan Cancer Support charity discussing the issues and concerns I had. We both agreed that the surgical route is not the best treatment option towards long-term recovery.

While at my consultation I had disagreements about my not being considered for brachytherapy, I can now decide even if predicated on subjective data rather than medical analysis, I have enough information to understand the reasoning.

The Digital Rectal Examination had first determined that my prostate was enlarged and the multiparametric MRI with contrast not only showed the lesions on the right side, but also the noticeable inflammation on the left side.

No need for further tests

On the basis of this, the surgeon could not guarantee that he would be able to save the nerves that manage the erectile process because the inflammation might have made it too difficult or impossible to peel away the nerves to extricate the prostate gland. The risk was he had to be in there to decide, there was no other way to be sure.

Taking that forward to how my urination is affected on the I-PSS sheet, brachytherapy could further inflame the prostate leading to a medical emergency if my urethra is totally closed off. The other forms of external radiotherapy do not present as much of a risk of closing off the urethra and would be a lot more tolerable. The ensuing side effects of radiotherapy, unpleasant as it might be, can be adequately managed.

It goes without saying that radiotherapy would be my choice and I should have the opportunity to convey my decision to the hospital soon. I expected a call on Friday, it might be sometime next week.

Now to talk to other people

Another thing I need to do is have conversations with other men who have been through this experience. So far, I am acquainted with second-hand information about this. A friend of a friend on the radiotherapy track undergoing hormone therapy first, which I have been told, I would not need.

A man of the cloth who has since retired who took elective surgery, and the father of a colleague who had the lower dose radiotherapy treatment over 20 sessions and what I gleaned from that snippet, it was every weekday for 20 days with a duration of about 30 minutes.

Also, one other kind of experience I should find is someone who was verifiably diagnosed with prostate cancer and was healed by faith and prayer, medical science then certifying the total disappearance of cancer and a fully improved health status of the person healed.

The cancer does not belong here

I am coming to terms with the fact that this needs to be addressed and done with alacrity. I maintain a sense of assuredness, that the outcomes would be the best for my circumstances, my health, and my future. I do not have prostate cancer, rather, it has been medically determined a foreign situation exists in my body that must and will be removed.

I refuse to give it any comfort or respite to claim territory within me, like you eject a squatter on your property by any means possible, this one too must go.

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Friday, 26 July 2024

Men's things - XIII

Things we have to do

This morning, my second visit to The Christie, the largest single-site cancer centre in Europe and the first UK centre to be accredited as a comprehensive cancer centre. I know where I am going, Department 22, where many men with their partners and some women alone or with their own partners sit in one of four waiting rooms to be assessed, reviewed, or treated.

There have been offers to chaperone me to the hospital, from my neighbour, my friend, or a fellow steward from my church, but I have decided I am best able to cope with the conversations to be had alone. Obviously, if the opportunity were presented, Brian is definite and my best friend Kola, I would have welcomed to be with me through all this.

Taking the piss test

Having checked in, I was presented with a form, the International Prostate Symptom Score (I-PSS) which is a patient’s subjective rating of how they view their urinary health on a scale of 0 (Not at all) to 5 (Almost Always) on the various indicators of Incomplete Emptying, Frequency, Intermittency, Urgency, Weak Stream, Straining, and Nocturia.

Your total I-PSS score will suggest from your perception and feeling how the prostate gland is constricting the urine flow from your bladder to your urethra. My score fell within the range of mildly symptomatic though a bit higher than the score from two weeks ago.

I had already had a consultation on the option for a prostatectomy just over a fortnight ago, I was not enamoured about the aftereffects of surgery, it was all too unpleasant to countenance. Then getting to grips with the idea that something was manifesting inside you has left me somewhere between denial based on its invisibility and bafflement in terms of how to address it.

Just because you’re pissing poor

The consultant for the radiotherapy treatment option came in and introduced herself before asking how I came to know about the prostate cancer diagnosis. Walking her through each stage of testing and results leading to more investigations, she got a good idea of my understanding of the medical situation under discussion.

The I-PSS score then became the issue, and when I thought I might be able to avail myself of the breakthrough brachytherapy treatment for prostate cancer, I soon found out that I would not be eligible because of the treatment possibly complicating my urinary health. [Cancer Research UK: Brachytherapy for prostate cancer]

While I could appreciate no medical personnel would like to leave a patient worse off than they were before treatment, I felt that basing that decision on the subjective equivalent of a hunch when it would have been ideal to undergo urinary health analysis and tests was quite irregular.

Imagine being able to game the system because you had prior knowledge of adjusting the I-PSS score to suit the treatment you want even if the outcomes can be at best dubious and consequently debilitating.

Surely, there is a better way

I had multiple conversations with the consultant and support nurse when I was offered the external radiotherapy treatment that might stretch on for 20 low-to-medium dose sessions. Understandable to protect the functionality of my urinary system, which is under stress from an enlarged prostate, but that comes with other side effects. [Cancer Research UK: External beam radiotherapy for prostate cancer]

In all cases, however, the cancer will be removed totally. My inclination would be to opt for radiotherapy, but I will make no decision until I have had a conversation with my Holistic Needs Assessment team. The consultant twice said she knew I was going to read up on everything we had discussed, I can only wonder what could have given her that idea.

I am doing fine, I feel well, and I am quite hopeful and positive. Things would turn out right, I just need to get a handle on how I should pray. On my way out, I saw directions to the chaplaincy and prayer rooms, I found the chapel and sat in there for a while. As I was about to leave, the chaplains were coming out of their office for midday prayer, I was invited to join them, which I did and we had a moment of devotion, prayer, and reflection before I returned home.

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Thursday, 11 July 2024

Men's things - XII

Gathering my thoughts

There is much to write about, the last couple of weeks, the continuation of my experience with Men’s things, the change of government in the UK, and the glorious two weeks I got to spend with Brian in the city we both love, Cape Town.

This blog however will be dedicated to the issue of Men’s things as my appreciation of the situation has both been given a sense of triumphalism borne of faith as much as putting into a hermetically sealed containment the foreboding and fear that greets cancer invading your body.

What I was not meant to see

Poring over and through the NHS app, there was a cache of documents that contained what I would think were exchanges about discovery and diagnosis between medical personnel that the uncurious would probably never have accessed.

I open each of the recently uploaded documents. While the indiscretion of the medical establishment meant I learnt of a diagnosis of adenocarcinoma of the prostate before I was officially informed, when I eventually met the urology consultant who also conducted the biopsy of my prostate gland, I was left with the impression that things need to be done. Still, I had time to consider the options and probabilities.

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Yet, appointments and engagements were coming in thick and fast despite my having intimated I was going away on holiday for just over two weeks. Within two days I had a phone call to set up an appointment at The Christie Hospital and by the time I got home in the evening, there was a letter confirming the appointment in my mailbox.

The word they never spoke

There was an inordinate urgency to the activities that concerned me. The cache of documents contained one word no one spoke to me, and I think out of some bedside manner of reducing the sense of alarm at relating their discovery to me. I was left reeling halfway through my holiday when I saw the word malignant, and there is nothing benign about it.

Today, I attended my first appointment at The Christie Hospital to discuss one of the treatment options with a consultant who would perform a Robot-Assisted Laparoscopic Prostatectomy (RALP), if I should choose that pathway after a further meeting about the radiotherapy option which I currently have quite limited information about.

The consultant was in no doubt about malignancy in the intermediate range with good outcomes even as the possible complications after a robotic procedure do not present a pleasant consideration in the immediate to near term.

The core consideration with trenchant immunosuppression is this needs to be dealt with sooner rather than later. A lifesaving matter for which one might be persuaded to pay less attention to masculinity, manliness, or virility for the sake of living.

Phew! That was daunting

His patter was confident, experienced, and competent with every indication that he plans to save the vicissitudes of the plumbing and mechanisms of that environment, but only after he has had the opportunity to look in there. It was daunting as much as it was interesting. He answered my questions in detail and addressed my concerns frankly.

Obviously, I still need to review everything I was told to understand what it entails; whether I am prepared for this ordeal and what it portends. Whilst understanding the seriousness of the condition I also believe that there is every possibility I do not have to go under the knife but have a medically confirmed miracle of healing.

What is critical is for all I have learnt about prostate cancer, I do not choose anything out of fear, anxiety, or the pressure to act. I need to keep my faith and belief strong; focused on the process and outcomes desired. It is the only mindset that guarantees that whatever happens, I will look back on this with a great testimony and a better story. By His stripes, I am healed. [BibleHub: Matthew 8:17, Isaiah 53:5, 1 Peter 2:24]

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