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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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Monday, 11 August 2008

Mr. Khadim's calling card

In my post box

I got home this evening after a long weekend away only to find that Mr. Khadim had left his calling card.

Mr. Khadim happens to be bilingual, or so it seems because he had a Dutch message on top of an English notice, presumably a translation which usually would go wrong because during my sojourn in the Netherlands and in my visits to Germany and Spain, the locals never to seek the assistance of English-speakers in crafting their notices.

There have been times that I have found the notices so annoying that I have taken it upon myself to re-write the notice or even replace it before the irritation of reading the stuff leads to something as bad as unintended self-harm.

Anyway, it appears after my blog earlier today, Mr. Sam Edem might have benefitted from Mr. Khadim’s services and not wasted $4 million on a whim.

No payments for this one

Mr. Khadim’s card, reads thus:

Payment after result. May I introduce myself: I am real African, International, very quick medium. I can help you with: return of your beloved people or your lover, your carrier (sic, career, I suppose), examen (sic, examination, I suppose), chance of happiness (sic), sexual impotence, infertility or bad spirits, even when your problem is hopeless. I guarantee you a quick result.

Well, well, well

So, one does not have to pay anything until the results you seek are in, well, I am also a real African and international, I was born in England, I live in the Netherlands, so.

He can help with the return of my beloved people, the ones departed or is it, which one of my ex’s who has gone on with their lives do I want to destroy their happiness to selfishly fulfill mine?

My carrier; well, I fly KLM most of the time, and then I participate in the Sky Team Alliance [Source: Wikepedia] when KLM cannot get me there, or I do not like my couriers, they do not deliver at a place and time of my convenience.

A send-up, it is

Examinations; would that be medical examinations, like show better bloods than I have such that I am picked up for doping even though the most sport I do is walk to the elevator? Ah! He probably meant exams, if I have been studious, surely, I should have no problems with that or I see the answers to the questions on a paranormal teleprompter - now, that is real technology. Errr! is that before or after the exam?

Chance of happiness; if it is still left to chance, I would keep what I have got, I am happy enough and what I cannot sort out I seek alternatives.

Sexual impotence; it works when it is needed, I do not want to go round town like I have a permanent drip-feed of Viagra coursing my veins, as for infertility, I am not looking to have kids, if I have been shooting blanks, all well and good, don't want to hurt anyone.

Bad spirits; ensure the barman opens the bottle in front of you, I had some sherry at a bar a few years ago and well, I saw it all again a few hours later at home – how horrible.

Even when your problem is hopeless, that sounds like a proposition, but I would pass on that because the guarantee is written on such cheap paper, it would appear no one has been getting results.

Mr. Sam Edem, were you seeing Mr. Khadim?