Excuse me while I turn philosophical.
After 44 daily radiation treatments and the beginning of two years of androgen deprivation therapy (ADT) injections to suppress my testoterone, maybe it is time to assess my life, especially my sex life. I’ve always been promiscuous. Even with a long-time partner, I’ve been sneaking off to dirty movies, peep shows, bath houses, and backrooms for more than 40 years. “Just one time and I’ll stop,” I told myself again and again and again.
Well, I never could stop myself.
As if the forces of the universe had listened long enough to my empty promises, prostate cancer stopped me. Daily radiation and a double injection of a drug called Firmagon are changing my life in ways that I alone cannot. No more trips to the bath houses. No erections. Not much interest in sex at all.
After a realization that the drug will change my body, after a deep sadness, I actually felt a calmness settle in when I admitted to myself that a return to promiscuity and even complete recovery may not be in the cards. The mysteries of my sickness may not be solved. Things may fall apart. But falling apart is a kind of test and also a kind of healing.
“There is one consolation in being sick,” says the philosopher, “and that is the possibility that you may recover to a better state than you were ever in before.”
So, guys, I don't want to be a drama queen about all this, but questions remain. Is there any truth to what the philosopher says? Are you in a better state than you ever were before? Am I?
I can’t be the only one going through these life-altering changes. I'd like to hear your experiences.