In an office just down the hall from where in early October of last year we learned that I had prostrate cancer, yesterday, now mid April, we learned that all tests came back 100% fine. A-OK, Perfecto, Nada, Zero, Cerro! While they were at it they took back the staples in my belly and my little buddy, the catheter and bags. How do you spell relief?
Sadly though they could not do anything about my beer belly, Apparently that one is up to me to look after.
Strangely enough I had been totally focused for days about getting rid of the cather and staples and completely forgot that we were to get results of the tests they did looking for cancer while I was in the Hospital. For me, that news was 100% Bonus. And what a bonus it is!
Sadly though for the next little while I’ll only be buying 6 packs: The doctors say no heavy lifting for at least a month. They also said no running for a while either. I was going to train for the Peach Bud 10K in Grimsby at the end of June, but now maybe not.
But I feel great, all systems seem to be coming along pretty good. It even feels like I’ll be out of the fancy pants I showed you a few days ago quicker than expected.
Marjorie commented in an email last night that the successful completion of my experince was a team effort. Right On Marjorie! And you are all members of that amazing team. I’m pretty convinced that with out all your thoughts, prayers and words of encouragement it could have turned out quite differently.
Remember this: cancer can be Beaten!