it's coming around to the first year of living with the knowledge that I have PC. My doctor called every phone in the house until someone answered one, on a Friday, after 5PM. I knew something was up just from the timing. At that point I only knew I had high PSA, 39, not as high as some but a big jump from 1.74 the year before. So that started the landslide to finding out about the extensive bone mets, and here I am 51 weeks later, after chemo, after radiation, forgetting things, depression, no sex, the list goes on. last month when I got my 3 month ADT shot, T was 10, PSA undetectable, no pain from the mets (I was having a little in my left hip earlier this year, where the lesions were largest, but the pain is gone for now) . If I ever forget how many ADT shots I have had, I just need to count the lumps on my belly, they are all visible.
yesterday, I went in for surgery for something else - a bone spur behind my Achilles tendon on my left foot. my right foot had the same thing 19 years ago, and they took it off with a hammer and chisel. This time the doc said he used a sander and grinder. crawling up and down the stairs, using crutches, in a splint for 2 weeks, then a boot with different foam wedges every two weeks for 6 more. I am wondering, since muscle wastes away from ADT, what my left leg will look like 8 weeks from now when I can flex my calf again.
Been eating heart healthy, losing a few pounds, but the splint and wrap on my leg put almost all that weight back. so my weight loss graph has a heck of a jump in it.
Fight on, PCa brothers! I currently feel like I am not fighting cancer, but fighting the effects of the cancer treatments, and getting used to lying to people when they ask "How are you?" and saying 'Fine' or 'Good'.