Thu Oct 02, 2014 1:31 pm by nikkinutshop
OMG. When I think of surgery I am flooded with memories of four years of diagnosis and treatment for prostate cancer. I have had hundreds of violations of the one way street rule. I would never complain because I have been cancer free for nearly five years, now. An ultrasound biopsy cannot ever be mistaken for a recreational fun time. Over several years, I had more than 100 biopsy samples taken. The ultrasound device is the size of a "D" cell MAGLIGHT, it guides a trigger operated nipper that chops off a piece of the prostate for the lab to check out. The other thing that I lost was any of the modesty that may have been hiding in me. On my last day of return check-up, I told the Good Doctors that I had developed a close feeling for them, after all of the things we had done together. I opened my carry bag and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of JACKSON TRIGGS MERLOT and turned on some soft music from my BLACKBERRY. One of the Docs started to laugh and the other reminded that we should continue to remind ourselves that we should be professional and never forget that this is a medical procedure.
The recovery from BRACHYTHEROPY has been very successful. I was worried about leaking and smelling like pee, like my Grandfather. So far, so good.
When I turned 65 and the Government started sending my Old Age Pension, they forwarded a letter that said, "Welcome to your golden years". What does that mean? I had to check. So far, so good, no wet spot.
I was told, in answer to my inquiry that I had received well over a million dollars of medical attention for my situation. All that I was out of pocket for was the parking and fuel for the car.
I took my motorcycle a few times, when the weather was cooperating. A trip through the parking structure set off dozens of car alarms. This made up for many of the indignities I had suffered.
I would rather have tools I do not need than to need tools I do not have