I’m not Afraid of Dying
But it would be really inconvenient.
It is a very brave thing to proclaim an absence of fear concerning death. Especially when you find yourself in a waiting room at the Mayo Clinic and you have the ticking time bomb of cancer lying snug in your body. But, that’s exactly where I find myself on this fine morning.
I have prostrate cancer. I was diagnosed in 2018 with a tumor that my doctor said was the smallest tumor I could have and still call cancer. So, it’s not a lot of cancer, but still, it’s cancer. He suggested active surveillance, which involves a PSA test and office visit every six months.
That’s why I’m here this morning. It’s time for one of those six month tests. I’ve just had my blood drawn, and now I have a couple of hours to kill while I wait on the result. Since my original diagnosis, my PSA results have stayed steady, and that is a very good thing. Now, I’ll sip my coffee, read a little, and wait on the results that will be posted to my online patient record.
I’ll even see them before my office visit.
Those were my thoughts during my recent semi-annual visit to Mayo. My PSA wound up being a little higher than last time, but still not high enough to warrant a change in treatment plans.
