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 side effect of having my testosterone turned off.  I have been getting hot flashes more regularly which I find minor.

I read that they have found Zeaxanthin an effective cancer fighting agent.  It had been used to promote good eye health.  It apparently alters the T-Cell in a way that helps it recognize and fight cancer.  I ordered it.

Comments

  1. JeanOctober 16, 2025 at 11:35 AM

    hello my love...thank you for fighting to live

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  2. John CNovember 17, 2025 at 5:54 PM

    So glad to hear it Charlie! Im wrapping up EBRT this week and then 5 more months of lupron. Im an amateur compared to you. Thats fine I dont want to play in the big leagues

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