Well...life is like a journey and advanced prostate cancer is a harrowing journey...add a 5 week journey from South Florida to Minneapolis...to South Dakota (to do a 9 day Gate1 motorcoach tour of the national parks) ending in Salt Lake City and then an overnight train trip on the California Zephyr...to spend 4 days with a friend there....
....AND THINGS COULD DEFINITELY GO WRONG.
After one of our days in Nashville in the emergency room....given antibiotics for pain in my urinary tract....we made it to Minneapolis where I thought maybe the bactrim was working...I went to bed Saturday night optimistic that I would wake up feeling better in the morning (this past Sunday). I woke up in a new and more horrible pain...could only get dribbles of pee out and it felt like giving birth to porcupines through my penis. We packed up and drove (since we were so close) to the Mayo Clinic Emergency room in Rochester.
I cannot emphasize what an amazing...like nothing I have seen...hospital experience. I can only describe my 3 days there as being "cradled in the arms of Angels".
From the emergency room Doctor and nurses and the team on urologists and surgeons that came to see me there to be admitted late that evening...I kept saying that this couldn't have happened in a better place.
They did batteries of blood test and urine tests and a cat scan...putting a catheter in me every 2 1/2 hours (because by the time I got there I could not pee a drop.)
Each time it felt so great...and each time I tried to pee on my own...gave up and the did the catheter again...always with care to hurt as little as possible.
Finally around 8 pm they determined that I needed a Foley catheter...it was so gently done I could not believe. They thought I had an abscess of infection on my prostate (beaten and abused from radiation and hifu...both over 4 years ago)
The next day they got more of my history from University of Miami Sylvester...and my urologist and awaited cultures of the blood and urine tests...deciding that the abscess was more likely necrosis and scarring...still kept testing. All the while each nurse I had was more loving and caring than the one before....they all new we were up for the State Fair...and were praying for me to make it. That said the hospital food was amazing....repeat...amazing.
On Tuesday afternoon after teams of urologist and surgeons had been coming in giving me updates for the past 3 days...they said they wanted to remove the catheter and see if I could pee. Straight away I peed a little in the toilet about 15 minutes after it was out. I got excited...but then I got up to go again and nothing.. got filled, got a quick drain catheter...filled again....then the head urologist came in and said that they recommend a Foley catheter. And they could release me ...to be followed up after giving my urinary tract time to heal...at my doctor in Ft Lauderdale.
They also said that the Foley might be a permanent fixture. That scares me to death...but we left the hospital Tuesday evening....and made it to the fair on the next day...with my urinary bag in a cooler bag by my side(see picture)
I've been working around the bag...5 miles of walking at the fair, shopping, and cooking at our Airbnb....and sleeping 8 to 9 hours each night (since I don't wake up to pee)
I'd like to say it's a piece of cake...it's not. I'm used to doing everything...and quickly and efficiently. The only thing efficient about the bag is sleep. Even then I miss being able to turn over on my side. Still going through with the 3 more weeks of the holiday....not knowing what pitfalls are around the next corner. This is definitely a journey for me, not a battle. I'm pressing onward. 😳😩☺