Our Personal Story Battling Prostate Cancer
I'd like to preface this entry and note that it was first written several months ago, when my husband's diagnosis was startling news to us. It's been several months since the diagnosis and we have gained a great deal of perspective. Enough to begin sharing this personal story with others. Please follow along on my personal blog at Parent Grapevine as I continue to write about our journey and insight into this second most common cancer among men. Recent statistics show that as many men are diagnosed with prostate cancer as women of breast cancer. And yet the wide spread awareness surrounding prostate cancer is far less. Prostate cancer receives less funding and backing than breast cancer. My goal is to help bring awareness of this cancer so others may learn from our experience.
The "Big C", Cancer - It was an otherwise ordinary January day, a Thursday. Exactly one week prior, my husband and I drove to this same medical center that we were sitting in once again. The last time we were here to get a prostate biopsy. Getting that procedure is worrisome enough and so easy to find anything, anything at all, to get out of going. The only reason you're there is you've been told by your doctor that something appears abnormal either from a PSA test or a digital exam and you need to get it checked out - now.
But today we were back at the medical center to get the results of the biopsy. A week had gone by, we were optimistic that the results would be negative. My husband's doctor said there was only a 30% chance that there would be anything wrong. That kept our hopes high for seven days, and I tried not to think about it during that week. However, my husband's father had prostate cancer - but at age 65. Having a family history only increases the likelihood that he would get it sometime in his life. But he's only 49, far too young to have it now.
We sat in the waiting room for about 15 minutes. The clock slowly ticked, it was a long 15 minutes. Then we were asked to go into one of the procedure rooms to wait for the doctor. Both of us were asked to be there. That can't be good if they ask both of you to be there, can it?
The longer we waited, the more my mind raced with what the doctor would say when he came in the room. I did a crossword puzzle to keep my mind focused. Quietly, I asked myself why would they make us both come if the news was good? Finally, a knock at the door came, and a very nice, young doctor walked in. He was the same doctor who performed the biopsy, he had a great bedside manner. The sort of doctor you'd want if you were in this situation.Continued on the next page