Fairwind,
Let's see. The lows started with the Uro snapping on a glove, handing me a roll of toilet paper, and telling me to bend over. They ended today with the same Uro shaking my hand, giving me the good psa news, and telling me to enjoy my life for 6 months. In between, the lows are a blur as far as the treatment itself went. But, I was Stage 3b, and had to do it all to be sure I gave myself the best chance at prolonging my life. Cancer-wise, the high points had to include going to the hospital and greeting Keysailfisher as he came out the other side following his RP. I remember the professionalism and compassion demonstrated by the radiation techs as I went through that daily grind. The Uro's nurse, Miss Chatham County we call her, had a way of making a nasty cystoscope treatment into something I could chuckle about instead of thinking about the moment's pain. I've had a lot of personal highs over the year - driving the Blue Ridge Parkway during the peak of Autumn, picking apples along the way; getting in a spring vegetable garden, and wondering it this was the last one; bringing together long separated family members and building those relationships; my wife has been there solidly for me; I raced a J-22 with my son and grandson, finishing 2d in a 23 boat fleet; and - I met a whole lot of great and supportive people here at HW, who know and appreciate what I've gone through. Once again, thanks to you all for the support.
Roger