The Human All Terrain Vehicle

Last January when I had surgery to remove my prostate, phase two of shock therapy hit me when they discovered that the cancer had left the prostate bed. My Gleason score was  established at a strong 7, 10 being the worst. Cancer was always to me for “ the other guy “ .  The “ Big Casino “ was a far distant crap shoot and I would never be in it. Right. Then the news came albeit muffled, that I have a 50% chance of the cancer returning, Damn !  Don’t like those odds. Well it’s almost 8 months into this thing and I can tell you it’s weird. First, odds are for losers, I just don’t believe that crap. ( ok ,got that off my chest ). When you first find out you have cancer  you research and do more research until you’re overwhelmed with information. Then you start to sort it all out, a very exhausting process . In the end you find out that prostate cancer is a very individual  disease , therefore you have to cobble together a system that works for you, or rather hope it works for you. So here’s one of the weird things with me. I’m now into my sixth week of radiation and around 4 months into chemo I have virtually , ( maybe comparatively ), little to no side effects other than very minor fatigue at times . That’s radiation everyday, 5 days a week, including one Cat Scan a week and X-rays everyday. There is a long list of side effects that most men go through and I’m not one of those guys, not yet anyway. Now I must admit mood swings occasionally pop up, but I’ve always had that. I’m a temperamental guy. I’m actually calmer than I’ve been in years. So how do I paint a rosy picture without it being too rosy ? I can’t cause I have cancer.