Cancer Journal #66 Feb 1

 I had my PSA number checked again this week.  It is again too low to be detectable.  Pretty unexciting but on this one, I prefer that to exciting.

I asked the physician's assistant that I've been seeing now about sex.  What that did was prompt a referral to Urology.  Don't quite know what they can do.  Fact is, I get an injection of something that is called a "castration agent."  I'm thinking it will be a case of "You ask a dumb question, you get a dumb answer." Maybe there's something but I don't know what.  

As I was getting my castration agent injection, I was in a room with a computer monitor screen saver that had wise advice messages.  One was to eliminate from your concerns today, one thing that you have no control over.  It was put a little pithier but good advice.  Another was to Amplify Curiosity and it said to ask someone to tell you one thing you wouldn't have known about them.  I asked the lady administering the stuff to tell me one thing I wouldn't have known about her.  She said that she had been a professional water skier, doing water skiing for the Tommy Bartlett Show in Wisconsin Dells and traveling all over the world, doing water skiing shows.  She asked me to tell her one thing about me and I told her I had been born and had lived in Alaska before it had become a state.  She had a friend that lived in Willow Alaska that she had visited.  I said, "Oh, yes.  Willow.  Not far from where I lived."  It was all good.

Anyway, my advice is that today, you drop from your concerns one thing over which you have no control and that you ask someone to tell you one thing about them that you wouldn't have known.

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  1. UnknownFebruary 2, 2022 at 2:27 PM

    interesting Charlie, as always. When I attended Tech Collage in Wausau, a psychology class was required. That's where I learned 80% of the things that people worry about are things they have no control over. That always stuck with me even though I didn't really have many worries at the time.

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    1. charlieschaeferFebruary 10, 2022 at 2:30 PM

      Something wrong going on there with our worrying equipment.

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  2. Jan CFebruary 10, 2022 at 8:02 AM

    One thing you don't know about me: when I was 17, I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, slept in the bunkhouse overnight, and hiked back out the next day. My parents, one sister, and two brothers did too. It was a really cool experience--one I could not replicate now!

    Today I am dropping from my concern the fact that the furnace is not working. The repair guy is in the basement now with the landlady, but it was kind of a chilly night. :)

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    1. charlieschaeferFebruary 10, 2022 at 2:42 PM

      That is very cool. Actually, it's your parents I'm most impressed with. What teenagers can handle is harder for grownups in their later 30s, 40s. But still, a fine accomplishment and yes, never knew that about you and am glad I do now.

      Hope you have extra blankets. I've heard it's actually healthy to sleep in a cold house so long as you are well covered up. Our ancestors certainly did that. The fire went out in the night and oh, there's a snap to the air! Getting out of bed this morning must been bracing. I suppose if you have a space heater, you missed out on some of the thrill. Our ancestors were not deprived of that thrill. And yes, good not to worry about that.

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    2. Jan CFebruary 11, 2022 at 6:37 AM

      I agree! And my mother had recovered from colon cancer not too much before that trip!

      We have heat! I do often think of how our ancestors survived the winters. Brrr...

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