Well hello all, I've been meaning to do this and finally I am. My story so far. Had a routine physical back in July 2016, my PCP decides to do a PSA test as part of it without telling me (glad he did). At the time I was 45 years old. PSA comes back at 5.58, he breaks the news to me, I'm not too concerned about
, he says we'll check it again in 3 months and see where we're at, in the meantime he refers me to a urologist. I see the urologist and explain to him that I have had pain in the prostate area before which was diagnosed as prostatitis around 12 years ago. He prescribed flomax for me does the ole DRE, and I leave (said he didn't feel anything). I follow up with another blood test in early October, this time PSA is 4.22, I'm happy it came down but getting a little anxious that it's still high. Urologist does not seem too concerned, but I tell him I can't live not knowing if I have cancer or not. Biopsy scheduled for 10/7/16, had this enjoyable experience and now it's time to wait for the results.....unfortunately for me my healthcare provider has a website where you can access all your medical records, and wouldn't you know it, my biopsy results where there. So I found out I had cancer 3 days before my scheduled doctors visit. Good thing my wife was home, I was a wreck. 5 of 12 cores positive, bi-lateral, 3+3 Gleeson for all cores. Urologist recommends prostatectomy, and refers me to a Dr. Tewari in NYC. I consult with a few doctors and I opt for the RALP, and go with Dr. Tewari, since he seems to be the rockstar of the Da vinci RALP. So I waited and stressed, had a 3t MRI in between, which showed no extra prostatic extension, no perineural invasion, I guess that was good. Fast forward a bit, surgery performed on 1/9/17, and here I lie in bed writing this with my WONDERFUL wife sleeping next to me and this horrible, horrible, evil tube coming out of my private part. I have to say, I was not prepared for the mental and physical toll this is taking on me. All of a sudden I'm depressed, feel like crying every time I see my kids, 12 and 8. Oh and how can I forget the constant urge to pee, even though I have a catheter in! So now I wait again, catheter removal on 1/18/17 and probably pathology reports (very scared about
that). Just wanted to introduce myself, and join the club NOBODY wants to be in. Take care all, and I'll keep updating.
Post Edited (Jumpy_Wolf) : 1/27/2017 2:42:35 PM (GMT-7)