Just wanted to say hello and give my background: diagnosed 5 years ago (2014) as stage IV, with extensive bone mets. Gleason 4+5 in the tumor, 3+4 in the rest of the cores.
Been on ADT starting with Bicalutamide, then adding Lupron which dropped my PSA to 0.01. When it started to rise again I was given a choice between Xtandi and Zytega (from a truly awful oncologist, who gave no guidance, just told me to choose within 8 days -- he's long gone!).
Been on Lupron, Xtandi since 2016 and my PSA is 0.27 and my testosterone is 47. Looks like I made the right guess!
At my July appointment both my local and Moffitt oncologists agreed that my outlook has improved from at most 5 more years to at least 10 more years. Not to shabby for a 70 year old! Really screwed with my financial planning, though.
Have to get a job now, as I've been living off a reverse mortgage and I can't stretch that out to cover the additional years. And, since I freelanced most of my life, I get minimal Social Security and therefore get "special assistance" on my Medicare Part D. Currently my total drug costs (premiums and co-pays) amounts to about $67 per year! Once I get a job it will be around $15,000 due to the cost of the cancer drugs (Xtandi is around $11,000 a month US retail).
My biggest problem is doctors who treat me like shit because I'm terminal. Had one urologist so abuse me I talked to a big time law firm who declined to take the case because I could not show physical harm -- how do you quantify someone telling you, four times, "Well, you know you'll be dead in four years!" And his treatment of me went down hill from there, but no physical injury.
Doctors focus on the mets -- I swear I could walk into a doctor's office with my head under my arm and they would say, "Oh, it's the mets!" Agonizing soft tissue pain: "It's the mets;" feels like I broke a rib: "It's the mets" (it was a cracked rib but even the radiologist who looked at the xrays carried on about the mets and totally missed the cracked rib). My oncologist explained that "no one expects someone in your condition to be alive."
It's hard enough to fight this all on my own (family has always been uncomfortable around me, even my sister's grandson and his boyfriend decided not to live with me, in part, because when I die my estate won't be big enough to make it worth their time). Having to fight doctors on top of it has been horrible. Fortunately I have standard Medicare with full supplemental insurance so I can be a consumer and take my business to whichever doctors I want without an insurance company getting involved.
So: no chemo, no radiation (except on tits to keep them from growing) and, most importantly, no pain. Never had any and now that I use CBD oil I don't even have arthritis pain.
But: my dick has shrunk so much I now have a foreskin -- took a while to figure out that I had to deal with it every time I pee to not make a mess. And being in rural Florida, and old and poor, there is zero interest in me sexually. Never did fuck around much but I do miss the intimacy. Haven't had anyone hold me and kiss me in years and years.
That's enough for now. I need to get on with my day. Trying to keep positive and just focus on the task at hand so I don't think too much about anything.