So it’s been almost 4 years since I was diagnosed with aggressive G9 PCa. Surgery, adjuvant RT and ADT, then more RT after recurrence in a handful of pelvic LNs. Been on ADT and Zytiga for 11 months to hopefully cleanup anything that may remain. PSA has been undetectable since the treatment for recurrence began last January. All things considered, I feel great and am hopeful that that just maybe we got it this time.
But, occasionally I would slip into the “why me” frame of mind...until 3 weeks ago today. It was then that I received a call in the middle of the night from my 38 year old son who had gone to the emergency room for pain in his calf. They diagnosed a DVT and several blood clots in his lungs - all from leukemia (ALL). Two days later he began the first of 8 rounds of intensive chemo. After round 2 next week he’s off to MD Anderson to discuss a bone marrow transplant.
No more feeling sorry for myself, he’s endured more in 3 weeks than I have in 4 years. I’m hoping my situation remains good, but I’m much more concerned with his prospects than my own.