A year ago on this date, at this exact
minute (7:20am EDT), I was on a gurney being wheeled toward the
surgical suite at Riverside in Columbus. Having never had any
previous surgery, I had no idea what to expect. In a few hours I'd
awaken to begin a new adventure sans prostate.
One year later, I awakened this morning
and ran 3.5 miles, smiling all the way at just how far I have come in
the past twelve months. Recovery was something I could have done
without (the catheter, the tiredness, the catheter, the discomfort,
the catheter, the concern about the return of function...and, did I
mention the catheter?), but it remains a distant memory.
The controversy continues over the
diagnosis and treatment of prostate cancer, but for me the issue is
resolved. I continue to monitor my PSA level every six months and
will do so for the next four years. To date I have not noticed any
lingering effects from the surgery...function has returned and I
appear to be one of the fortunate one third of patients who have no
negative side effects from the procedure. OK, I have developed a
mild case of vertigo in the last four or five months...but the
episodes are now far apart, mild, and respond well to simple
exercises. Is my vertigo somehow connected to the surgery? Don't
know, don't care!
Highlights of the year would be the removal of the catheter, shooting my unused Depends at the pistol range, and running my first of five races completed this season. I must recognize Lucia's contribution to my recovery as well...she was a rock throughout giving so much more support and help than one could ask of anyone.
I'm a bit disappointed in my
performance as an advocate for prostate health. Initially I was on
fire to help other men...and I continue to speak with the few who
have sought me out to ask questions, but the fire has cooled
considerably (a natural effect of having such a full recovery I
suspect). Perhaps I'll dedicate this next year to rekindling my
passion and become more active...or not.
The diagnosis of prostate cancer begins
a long process of confusion, fear, and anxiety; it also opens several
doors to new adventures and deeper relationships. I was, and am, a
fortunate man...I wish you well.
