Cancer/writing Journal #111
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...