Well it has been a while. I am now two years post treatment. I don;t have a oomph I had 10 years ago, but I am also older.
I received the maximum amount of radiation they can ethically give which is why I picked this guy.He published research on using mega dosages at Sloan Kettering in the early days, so he knew what he is dealing with. Also my insides were such he could get good angles. I have been tested every 90 days and the numbers were great. The first PSA test I came out .7 which was a bigger drop than he had ever seen.
3 months later I had pains and it skyrocketed over where I started. Both Docs freaked and said I should start the Testosterone killing drugs immediately. I said F......You, treat me for and infection first. Six weeks of some nasty crap called Levaquin which messes you up, and it dropped like a rock.
The Urologist manned up and said he was wrong. The Radiation Oncologist was just happy he did not fail. I like the guy a lot, but I have some plans for him.
Each test everything gets better and I get better. I did some deferred maintenance on the bike and I intend to ride that #$%*.
One weekend a Month I help out shuttling the sick kids to the Shriners Hospital and other special centers. It hurts, but it is a good hurt. The Parents sometimes hug us, and it is hard to look tough.
Life has been good so far. My PSA has dropped and stayed at .035 for the last few tests. People have asked why I blow a weekend for free. I guess these people never knew what it is like to have a second chance.
I want you to know how much your good wishes meant to me, and I am sure somebody heard you and gave me that second shot.