Yesterday I had started composing my next post regarding the next stage of my cancer treatment. I've gone back to it today, and I'm finding I just don't really feel like putting a whole lot of effort into it. But this time, it's not frustration holding me back, or broken spirits preventing me from tackling this again. Far from it.
Finally, I got a number that I can live with. It's a very tiny number, too.
.1
That's not a typo, friends. That number means that my PSA level is dang near undetectable.
At this moment, I do not know how this will effect the radiation treatments that were scheduled to start around now. It's possible that I may need less. I will know more once I meet with the oncologist. But I do know that my surgeon is very excited about this number.
So - I'm gonna ride this for a while. I just don't feel like writing about some potential bladder problems I'm experiencing at the moment. I'm going to look at the big picture for a while, and learn to love the very small number that I have earned.
.1
I'm not out of the woods yet, but the woods just got thinned out.
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1 comment:
That is good to hear George. Positive waves.
mrki
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