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I’m immortal..and other eye popping news

“My big day is coming up on September 17th. So I’ve been doing a lot of research about prostates and prostate cancer. It seems if you masturbate a few times a day it can add years to your life. I’ve just been doing a quick tally and it appears I’ll be immortal!”

OK, that was just one of the many jokes that seem to circulate around prostate cancer. Believe me, there are A LOT of masturbation jokes!

Several people have asked me about my big day and some of the fun funny experiences I have had. As many of you know, when being diagnosed with Cancer you have to keep a sense of humor about it.

I was diagnosed back in the beginning of May and have known all summer I would have to get fixed.

Oh gosh, now I’m sound like a male dog!

No, I have had fun all summer and I hope to right up until next Tuesday. I find if I start thinking about the procedure, or some side effects, I literally go blank; wide-eyed, deer in the head lights, sick to my stomach blank. This past Monday was like that. I would rather laugh!

“I never understood why all The Muppets’ eyes looked like they were popping out of their heads.

Until I got my first prostate exam…”

The BIOPSY

Yes, this all started with some early detection via blood tests and then a prostate exam(s) at my annual physicals.

First, just like breast cancer, never ignore your early detection tests. They have saved lives! Maybe mine.

Second, I’ve had so many prostate exams by now I am actually starting to enjoy them!

OK, not so much,. That was one of the prostate jokes too. But I am getting used to them. Too used to them!

Which brings us to the next test in this prostate story, to confirm how much cancer I have…the prostate biopsies!

After my first meeting with my Oncologist, I’m going to call him Dr. O from now, he told me he needed a sample of my prostate to see the extent of my cancer; how much I may actually have. I think you women can appreciate this. A biopsy.

A sample.

He tells me I have to go to his office (the same week as our dreadful move) and I will disrobe. He will then give me some anesthetic by way of a needle up my arse to kill the sensation. He then takes a little gun with a similar needle and with a click of the trigger the needle dives up and in and snatches a piece of my prostate.

To aid in the precision of this procedure he also inserts a camera in my backside to get a look at my prostate as well as guide the needle. Dr. O has a dirty job!

So I got up that Saturday morning washed myself like three times in that area that morning, took a deep breath, and marched into this biopsy chambers.

I can do this I thought. I can do this!

It’ll be a little uncomfortable but it will be over in an instant and then I have the rest of the day to get some pity play.

So I walk in his back procedure room (pardon the pun) and there’s this beautiful young blonde nurse and she asks me to take my clothes off and lie on my side on this bed.

Yes, she only had to ask me once.

But as I turned around I took a pan of the room and the equipment in it.

The first thing I noticed was a row of 12 nice blue shot glasses. I joked (its how I handle duress) “oh are we doing shots this morning? “

She answers no, they are for my samples.

SAMPLES!

Laughing at my gullibility, I knew I had been duped, I thought Twelve samples? Twelve pieces of my butt?

Oh but it gets better!

As I continue scanning the room, right beside it appears to be the table, like a mammogram table, where the doctor will view images from up my butt.

And there it sat.

It looked like a huge, acrylic clear plastic dildo statue. ~Sorry ladies I looked but still can’t find the right term for the camera.

But I only saw one. And I thought, this is the device he uses to look up every other man’s rectum. This one. I am sure it is made for the average sized male. Which I am not!

I looked at my fingers for a disappointing comparison. I am only 5’7″. NOT 6 feet tall! Not nearly the average size male.

So again, I laughed and spun around to the pretty nurse and asked, “Excuse me? Does that thing come in different sizes or is it a one size fits all type of device?”

She told me that is the one and only but that I won’t be disappointed!

Easy for her to say.

So I laid naked on my side on the cold table, while looking at some cone shaped chair directly in front of me that I figured must be for giving and receiving enemas. Nice! A nice Saturday morning. Can I go now?

The doctor walks in and casually asks if I didn’t have anything better to do this Saturday morning (..than lay here naked on his cold table?) I told him no, not really. Just mowing the grass but that can wait.

He continues to tell me how it was going to go. He pulled out his needle gun, although from my position I couldn’t see it, and told me this is what its going to sound like.

Then he pulls the trigger and I hear a click, like from one of my kid’s toys. I told him, “Great, lets not be pointing guns in the house.”

He laughed and applauded at my attempt at humor. And began.

He clicked. I twitched. He clicked I twitched.

Actually it wasn’t too uncomfortable. It was just the sound that made you realize he was taking a small piece of your insides out and dropping them in a cup that made you jump. If I hadn’t heard the click I might not have twitched at all.

Trying to talk and joke as my way to distract myself from the situation, and also looking towards the finale, I asked, “How many is that now? 8? 9?”

Dr. O says, “Four! And try not to move.”

My PROCEDURE

The Da Vinchi Procedure

to be continued…..

“If we couldn’t laugh we’d all go insane….”

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15 thoughts on “I’m immortal..and other eye popping news

  1. That ain’t right! Here is to never again!

  2. And I thought I had it rough getting a cortisone shot in the hip joint last week, along with the distinction of being the only one to jump that high off the gurney in the process. I admire you, and in the face of cancer. Immortal you shall be, regardless of…

  3. Thanks. I know that is not an easy post to read but the next one may get more graphic. I have found 2 fellow bloggers going through caner treatments which I admire an dgive me strength and courage. These Angels plus the ones over top of me tell me everything will be alright. Cause…”if we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.” Thanks for looking in on me SSM. Have the best weekend!

  4. Blah! and Ouch! I’m not thinking jokey thoughts at all. I have you on my calendar for LOTS of positive energy next Tuesday.

  5. Thanks for the positive enrgy Ms. Cyndy. I will take all that I can get! If you didn’t like that post youreally won’t like the next one, where I am being operated on by a robot. Very George Jetson! 🙂 Enjoy the beach this weekend! Thanks again for the vibes!

  6. I always say, if we don’t laugh about it, we’ll cry. You did a fine job of bringing the humor into a scary and serious situation. Wishing you great results and even better health!

    • Exactly Lola! If and when I allow myself to think about it or feel sorry for myself I am done. Useless. Laughing is the way I cope. And I was telling someone else, how this whole scenario might be like the Dr O chambers, unexpected, scared of the unknown but in the end not as bad as our minds want to make it. (I hope) Stay tuned for more horror chambers coming up! They are Very spooky…..

  7. Good post. I feel your pain. 🙂

  8. Oh, goodness! I’m so sorry to hear this news. Hope everything turns out okay. And I’m with everyone else. Amazing job at bringing humor into a not-so-fun situation!!! My best wishes for you!! Keep us updated.

  9. Thanks for the well wishes Ms. Jessica. Laughter is the only way I can cope. I imagine I can get pretty annoying after a while with my one liners. I have the update half way penned. I am set up for some pretty amazing procedures….futuristic! Robots and stuff! I hope you are ‘having’ a great weekend Ms. Jess! As always, thanks for dropping by..

  10. At times I had to stop for a breathing break at the middle of the horror story.
    Did she stare at you? did you speak to her after to ask her how did you do? did she have little laughs? touched you?

    At this point of life just laugh, be brave and go for it, whatever you need to do as long as you think its for your good (very easy for me to just say). Best wishes and good luck.

  11. No the nurse did not stare. Its her job, probably seen it all before. My doctor was male and yes I had him laughing for awhile. After it was all over the doctor left and I asked the pretty young nurse, what a prostate actually does. She didn’t know! A nurse for a prostate doctor didn’t know what a prostate did. I had to assume she was new. Thanks for dropping by Ms. AuAu and saying Hello. Have a great weekend!

  12. Your medical team must love your sense of humor, Andy!!!!

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