As I began the journey, it was critical. I was not old enough to disavow sex, was / am single, and had girlfriends.
Not dying was critical, but being functional after treatment was a high hope.
That hope was crushed as the extent of the PCa was determined, so I'm now dependent on trimix, and someday finding a girlfriend more understanding and supportive than the ones that have abandoned me here lately.
And yes, my uro was brutally clear in explaining what little hope I should hold out. But in one thing, he was wrong. I have outlived his predictions by a couple of years (I suspect there are a few folks here who wish I'd "go away" after some of my editing rampages
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