Cancer Journal # 61 Dec 14

 This won't be long.  Only to say that I had blood work done today and my PSA# is still too low to be detectable.  My last appointment was with a physician's assistant I mentioned to her that going three months between PSA tests was making me a little uneasy.  She reduced it to six week intervals.  Good of her.  I joked with her that the doctor was willing to give me a three to seven year life expectancy range when I first met with him, he would not give any revised numbers with my long stretch of undetectably low PSA.  I did get kind of a number out of her.  She said that there would maybe be five years, give or take, before the cancer did a work around of the meds I've been taking, given the success that I have had so far.  

My main interest in getting numbers is to give myself something to beat.  Perhaps my regular oncologist sensed that and didn't want to be party to my plans to beat the cancer system.  Can hardly fault him.  What I want of course is to give cancer soil to grow in that is really unsuitable.  Something that would make it say, "This really isn't working out.  Let's go somewhere else."


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  1. Jan CDecember 18, 2021 at 11:26 AM

    Glad to hear your numbers remain low!

    I like your plan to work to beat it, to give it an unsuitable environment to grow in!

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