So far after the RP, the scans, the bloodwork, the Lupron shots and the Erleada, I'm one lucky man in that the PSA is undetectable, I appear to only have mild symptoms of the usual side effects and so without any real external identification, life goes on with full time work and readying for a vacation in the UK. Some days are good, and then there some days that just almost hit perfection.
"If the day could be imagined, it simply couldn't have been put in better order.
Firstly, a light clean of the large air cooled motorcycle that isn't a Ducati. With air-cooling comes an absence of radiator and assorted pipes and a lot of engine heat in the summer days, with the sensation of lightly roasted legs, but in a really good way.
Its not a deep, deep clean, but enough to get rid of the dirt and allow the light patina to shine through and remind me how 70,000 kms and 6 years ago that it first looked brand new, but unloved and dusty in the corner of a large BMW/Yamaha dealer. It needed rescuing to join the other bikes, but it become the favorite because of its urgency when ridden hard and its elemental simplicity in turning a spanner to most of the tasks.
The day was almost perfect for this type of engine, around 12C and warm enough for those of us who ride during the dark, wet, cold and dreary winters and who start to shed layers as the daily temperature rises to double figures. Like the sensation of this disease, somehow the good days are so appreciated almost as if that is the meaning of the dark times, just to make the light more appreciated. With motorcycles, its called climatization and if you don't try the colder weather, don't blame anyone as you sweat in your Gore-Tex and thermal liners at 20C.
If every day is summer, where is the difference and/or the challenge? Today was so beautiful and surprising because of the contrast to the recent saturation of Pacific or as its called "Wet Coast" rainfall.
It then, on this day, became perfect. Dry roads, a clean bike with excellent tires and a car pulled over by two patrol vehicles, that meant clear unpoliced roads to the Fraser Valley. Tires could grip almost to the edges, slipping only as my right hand became more exuberant, warm and comforting, yet riveting and exciting at the same time.
There are perfect days, some just slightly more perfect than others and I will miss them hugely. I'll miss them as this insidious crab digs in its claws to the furthest parts of my body, as yet showing others no external authentication, allowing only glimpses of its advances through rising blood markers, increased pain, changed medications and ruined expectations".
I'm hugely into Carpe Diem and Propero Protinam.
Cheers to everyone, I hope that you all find some perfect days.
I still can't decide on which treatment. 
Eight week out from jevtana,still feel like crap
Medicare Is Tired of Keeping You Old Men Alive
