Cancer Journal

                                                                   This is an article I have written for a local arts and entertainment newspaper in our area. Although it has been submitted, I have not gotten word as to whether it will be published. Much of what I have written here repeats what I have said in prior blog entries.    Should be dead I met with an oncologist on Nov 16, 2020.  He said I had an aggressive form of prostate cancer (8 on the Gleason scale) that had metastasized throughout the bones in my pelvic region, putting me at state 4 in cancer’s progression.  He told me that I had 3 to 5 years left to live.  No qualifiers or percentages less than 100.  The future foretold with certainty.  I took the news with...

 I again had my PSA checked yesterday and again it is too low to be detectable.  My diagnosis of  an aggressive form of Stage 4 Prostate cancer is coming up on five years.  November 2020, I believe.  I'm not much for noting anniversaries but this is a big one since my Oncologist told me I had 3-5 years to live.  No qualifiers or expressions of uncertainty.  It prompted a poem about death coming for me as a ship coming into port. "The Good Ship Mortality".  I expressed a grim acceptance.  Perhaps once I have passed the 5 year mark I will find it and reprint it.  I will call myself a "Dead man walking."   Don't know that that is an appropriate use of the phrase (It's for someone headed toward the electric chair, isn't it?) but I'll do it anyway.  Has a nice ring. My Oncology PA expressed astonishment that my energy level and mood remain good.  I think it helped that I didn't know that that was what I could expect as a s...

 It's been a while since the last entry.  If I am calculating correctly, I have missed three reports of my PSA remaining at a level too low to be detectable.  It has indeed been regularly too low to be detectable and yesterday I again had the PSA checked and again it remains too low to be detectable.  This is a cancer blog with no cancer to talk about.  I was first diagnosed, I was told I had three to five years to live.  I am now in that window of death as I like to call it.  Come November, I will be over the five years mar  I continue to be treated for cancer, receiving a shot every three months that turns off my testosterone and a daily oral medication that is to serve as a backup for the shot (the shot is called Lupron).  The most noteworthy feature of the daily medication is that it costs $17,000 something per month.  I have made uneasy peace with that exorbitance, which I worked through in some earlier blogs.  I still believe ...

  Charlie Schaefer September, 2024 What is Sin? Failure to brush my teeth twice daily? Not staying hydrated with at least 80 ounces of fluid each day?  Failure to check in on a relative whose health is failing but is also a bore?   Getting warm with that one. Dumping oil from an oil change out in the woods?   That’s a bad one which I would never do. Especially since I don’t change my own oil.   The Old Testament prescription for sin–sacrifice of a pigeon, a sheep, a bullock- hardly seems as though it would do the trick, bring the ledger to balance.  The Catholic confessional followed by some Our Fathers and some Hail Marys seems better.  Confession, if done honestly, requires the dark thing be pulled out of the pocket and examined.   And the Our Fathers, Hail Marys could be a source of pleasure  if the obligation element is minimized.  Put your mind in a good place. But I am skirting around the edges, leaving the ugl...

 Good news first;  my PSA is too low to be detectable.  Despite the monotonous regularity, it is good news and something that I am grateful for.  Cancer is a disease that makes a counterattack but not yet.  My sister-in-law, Judy, has been found to have cancer throughout her body and has been told she has three to six months of life left.  She is 82, ten years older than my wife but the age difference diminishes with the advancing years.  She lives in Sun City Az.  My wife was there for a week or so about a month ago.  Judy wants her to come back.  Anyway, it has brought to mind the other side of cancer, the swift and  lethal foe who has not mercy. My three month appointment this week was with my Oncologist, not the PA whom I ordinarily see.  He reported that his father has been diagnosed with prostate cancer.  He asked whether his father could read my blog.  I readily gave my assent.  So, if you are there, docto...

 Jan Carroll spoke to me with some asperity* regarding the fact that I have not done a blog entry in a while.  And I have an appropriate piece of writing to include.  But first, my PSA number remains too low to be detectable.  I go in again later this month to have the number again but am expecting the same monotonously good news. I joined a cancer support group a while back that meets twice a month.  It is for Stage IV cancer survivors who have outlived the time we were told we have yet to live at the time of the metastatic diagnosis.  We call the group the "Long Haulers" which I find to be an appealing name.  Anyway, I wrote a piece about us for the local arts and entertainment newspaper that I have not heard back on.  The editor that I deal with doesn't read his emails.  I get his attention by submitting a handwritten note asking him to go back on such and such a date to have a look.  There is no rush on this one since the group does ...