I cannot express how overwhelmed I was at the number of best wishes and words of comfort I received following my first post. I can only thank you all for your messages and stories. It seems that I have hit on an open secret . Many of you related your own and family history. Again I thank you.
Day Day one operation day yesterday. Checked in to surgical dept 07.00 after a night spent in a small room provided by UCLH. After check in I was fortunately first on the list, so taken to meet a most charming anesthetist w ho checked over my vitals. Alas, my White Coat ( though she was in a charming plum scrubs) my BP soared from what now a normal 135/55 to 17290. I thought this might be a game stopper. Fortunately I have been taking BP at home and able to show two months worth of readings.
Taken into theater Canalised, then good night Vienna. Woke up at 15.00 with no obvious pains or trauma.
Spent 2 hours in recovery before being wheeled into Ward to meet my fellow brothers in adversity. Black humour being the form for the day.
Managed to eat supper remained in bed until this morning.
Day 2 Slept OK but woken by nurses doing their checks. I did say to one jokingly that she could consider a new career as a Cat burglar so quiet as she moved around.
You now find me sitting in a chair waiting for breakfast. Just overflowing with admiration for all the staff and their care.
I as yet haven't had any feedback on the success or otherwise of the operation. Hope to chat to the surgeon later.
I hope I don't offend anyone's sensitivities,. The main purpose of this and if you wish subsequent posts is to give it warts and all. I will be discussing pelvic floor exercises. More sensitive male issues such as sexual arousal, lack of ejaculate and the treatments for the former. Nothing can be done for the latter. Men need to know this. Moreover, Need to know the consequences of burying heads in sands. You only have to see once the awful outcome if the cancer spreads.
it is a truism that none of us would be here if it wasn't down to sexual function. I'm so pleased that women's issues so long buried are now openly discussed without smirks and snigger. In male toilets on motorways you read about period poverty in girls. You can now find the male version of Lady Bins in men's cubicles to dispose of pads caused by leaks of urine. Due to prostate issues. Openness at last surrounds us.
Thanks for reading. Oh, and as this is an Afib site, no heart issues, no palpitations or ectopic beats. But I haven't been moving much. But I feel it augers well for the future.