Well, in my sixth week since surgery, I believe my recovery remains a week or two ahead of schedule accompanied by the bonus double surprise of restored sexual function and no incontinence (we'll see how I do with exercise when I begin to run again January 16).
While I still experience occasional pain in the area of the incisions, it would be petty to complain about something so minor after something so major.
I returned to full days at the office last week, and have regained my pre-surgical energy.
I recall looking forward to the day my pain and discomfort would be but distant memories...OK, I'm not all the way there yet, but it's within sight.
If I had to do it all over again, I would choose not to have prostate cancer...but given that was not a choice, I'm pleased with my decision to go with robotic surgery.
I continue to read the promising work being done with HIFU and other new, less invasive, treatment options. This is an exciting time to be an interested observer.
At the same time, I worry about the future of prostate cancer treatment in what may very well become a hostile environment to an aging population for an, often, easily curable cancer. The prospect of rationing of healthcare necessitated by reduced reimbursement schedules resulting in reduced availability of practitioners concerns me. And the spectre of the government doing for healthcare what it has done for the Post Office, the war on poverty, and the national debt keeps me up at night.
End of sermon...now, excuse me, I've got to think of something fun for tomorrow.
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