Well, it was time for the PSA test again - my 3 month leash had run out and with the change of health care providers (Harvard to MIT) I was a bit late. The news was not great - the level has increased from 3.6 to 5.2.
While the amount of the increase is not huge, the direction of the change is not good. At this rate, I'm going to have the docs on my back about "treatment" (read: surgery, radiation, and other methods of bodily destruction) inside of a year. I am not looking forward to this happening.
Fact is, I've been much too lax for the past three months. It's true that I've had other things to distract me (Smudgy's health, new job, new relationship, etc.) but that's no excuse. The truth is that I've really, really wanted this thing to just go away and leave me alone. Well, it hasn't (not that the rational part of my mind really thought that it would) and now it's back to the Chi Kung and other various "alternative" methods of healing to try to calm things down. Good stuff, but more effort than the aging body and psyche really want to do at the moment.
But, no choice. So, there's the rock and there's the hill. Time to get back to work.
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