Yes, fellow kids, today was again time for the cancer lotto. I give them blood; they give me a number. If the number is good, I get to play again in three months. If not, then all sorts of mean, nasty, ugly stuff might happen that I don't even want to think about.
Luckily, today's PSA number was good - 3.6 - up slightly from the last time that I played the game (3.2). This was somewhat expected since the other thing that drives the number up (the bad direction for the number) is an enlargement of the gland in question and for the past couple of months I've wanted to be closer to Men's Rooms in general and I've had to periodically had to get up in the middle of the night to do things that don't have anything to do with feeding the cat. These are all symptoms of prostate inflation and therefore a rise in the PSA number.
The major good things about today's result are: 1) it shows that I'm still fighting the cancer to a standstill, and 2) it shows that the last number (3.2 after a 4.6) wasn't a fluke and turning my life inside out in the attempt to avoid "treatment" is actually having an effect. There was no guarantee that any of the stuff that I've been doing would influence the progress (sic) of the disease.
So, big sigh of relief. After the check-in, I went directly from the doctor's office to the gym. Cancer doesn't take vacations. I can't either. But at least I now have confirmation that what I'm doing looks like it's having some effect.
As always, thanks for all the support.
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