In September I went in for a 5 year physical exam that I should be doing every 2 years. At least that is what I was told by the people who make money by doing physical exams. The short story is, my PSA number was just shy of double what it was previously, and I have a firm spot on the left side of my prostate. I could involve the "C" word, or it could be a calcium deposit, remnant of a UTI. Last Wednesday I went in to have them do a biopsy. The biopsy sample is obtained via an ultra-sound guided rectal probe. They gave me valium and some other drug that causes short term amnesia. The last thing I remember before the procedure began was laying on the table under a paper cover, naked from the waist down, and wondering if the nurse was going to leave before the doctor began. I don't remember getting dressed afterward, and the valium seems to eliminate inhibitions. Julie claims that I asked the nurse if she had seen my bum. According to Julie, the nurse affirmed that she did. Totally humiliating. It is a good thing I don't remember any of it.
The result of the biopsy should be available by about Wednesday the 27th. If I can face the finding, I will post an update. If not, you will know by the old adage "no news is bad news".
Until later then . . . . .
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