fogtender
Now a Published Author
Last fall I was tested for PSA levels in my blood. The first test came out at 24 and the second about three weeks later was at 35. It indicated that I have Prostate Cancer. After a Biopsy four month later, on a scale of one to ten, I was about an eight.
Needless to say I have had all sorts of scans with Nuclear crap injected into my veins, stuck in large magnetic machines and force to do stress tests on tread mills till my legs fell off to see if my heart could stand going under for inserting radio active beads into my Prostrate.
After all these tests, it appears that the cancer is still in the prostrate and that the Lupron shots and other drugs brought my PSA levels down below one. The Testosterone levels in me are now below most women's and I fully expect to start having menstrual cramps at any time....
After about nine months, yesterday (9/10/09) I went under the knife (or needles, I slept though it) and the beads were surgically inserted through my rectal cavity, about eighty of them.
When I first came to, I pretty much felt like a virgin's first day in Prison without getting a kiss, but the drugs they gave me made me feel a bit better about myself and being violated....
My neck feels like they had me in some kind of headlock and were trying to pull my head off at the shoulders, I was told my throat had an air hose stuck down it the size of some kind of shovel handle and really is sore, to the point I am pretty suspicious of what they were doing while I was out....
In thirty days, I have to undergo direct radiation five times a week for five weeks to ensure that there is nothing living within inches of my scrotum....
As a disclaimer, I am not suppose to have any young pregnant women sit on my lap for more than five min's (Bummer), but I can expose film now by putting it in my pocket, although I don't know what the clarity of the pictures will turn out like, but I am sure they will be perverted in some way. I should also be able to mark the woods around the house with glow in the dark spots where I got rid of the day's coffee....
I am sure over the next few months, I should have some strange radiated, mutated creatures crawling out of the septic tank vents from the radiation that I will be depositing there...
Needless to say, I apparently have had this growing for about twelve to fourteen years and the doctor's that I have/had been going to, never suggested a PSA test until this last year at 54 year of age. I had no signs of the cancer that most have, and unless I had taken the blood test, would have never known until it was too late. Both my father and uncle had it, and were treated and are doing well, although they are still grumpy.
Point is, if you are in your late forties, get a PSA test done. If you wait until it spreads out of the Prostate and into the bones, you are toast, no matter how much they nuke you, you get done in by the cure and not the diseases.
Get it done!
Mark
Needless to say I have had all sorts of scans with Nuclear crap injected into my veins, stuck in large magnetic machines and force to do stress tests on tread mills till my legs fell off to see if my heart could stand going under for inserting radio active beads into my Prostrate.
After all these tests, it appears that the cancer is still in the prostrate and that the Lupron shots and other drugs brought my PSA levels down below one. The Testosterone levels in me are now below most women's and I fully expect to start having menstrual cramps at any time....
After about nine months, yesterday (9/10/09) I went under the knife (or needles, I slept though it) and the beads were surgically inserted through my rectal cavity, about eighty of them.
When I first came to, I pretty much felt like a virgin's first day in Prison without getting a kiss, but the drugs they gave me made me feel a bit better about myself and being violated....
My neck feels like they had me in some kind of headlock and were trying to pull my head off at the shoulders, I was told my throat had an air hose stuck down it the size of some kind of shovel handle and really is sore, to the point I am pretty suspicious of what they were doing while I was out....
In thirty days, I have to undergo direct radiation five times a week for five weeks to ensure that there is nothing living within inches of my scrotum....
As a disclaimer, I am not suppose to have any young pregnant women sit on my lap for more than five min's (Bummer), but I can expose film now by putting it in my pocket, although I don't know what the clarity of the pictures will turn out like, but I am sure they will be perverted in some way. I should also be able to mark the woods around the house with glow in the dark spots where I got rid of the day's coffee....
I am sure over the next few months, I should have some strange radiated, mutated creatures crawling out of the septic tank vents from the radiation that I will be depositing there...
Needless to say, I apparently have had this growing for about twelve to fourteen years and the doctor's that I have/had been going to, never suggested a PSA test until this last year at 54 year of age. I had no signs of the cancer that most have, and unless I had taken the blood test, would have never known until it was too late. Both my father and uncle had it, and were treated and are doing well, although they are still grumpy.
Point is, if you are in your late forties, get a PSA test done. If you wait until it spreads out of the Prostate and into the bones, you are toast, no matter how much they nuke you, you get done in by the cure and not the diseases.
Get it done!
Mark
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