Today was the funeral of a High School classmate of mine. At age 54, he died of advanced prostate cancer. I only learned that he was in the hospital two weeks ago when I made a service call to his sisters house and we started to talk after I got her air conditioner running again. She told me he was in the late stages of PCa and the doctors only gave him days to live.
Kevin and I both joined the USAF after graduation, though he got out after 4 years and I made a career of it. I hadn't seen or communicated with him in over 25 years. Even though it was a long time since we spoke, his death hit me harder than I thought it would, because but for a doctor who was doing blood work on me at age 48 decided to do a PSA screen along with the blood panel despite my having no family history of any types of cancer.
How have I, with a PSA of over 27 at diagnosis end up in the zero club for 5 years so far after just surgery, and he dies after surgery, radiation and hormone therapy?
dam it, I hate this disease.
Thanks for listening.
Ralph