So it is now six weeks since I had a radical prostate biopsy. By all of the available measures, I am doing well. No residual pain, mostly no tiredness, 99.9% continent (can't drink too much beer and do long journeys with no loo confidently). Some signs of returning sexual function since I started taking the pills (tadalafil 5 mg a day). I had a PSA test on Monday, so fingers crossed. I believe it should now be undetectable, but a part of me is fully expecting it to be the same as it was before. There is no rational reason for this, but in this journey, every time I thought things were good, I've been kicked in the teeth, so I try and prepare for the worst whilst hoping for the best. It is a difficult journey. So to sum up, physically, it is all pretty good. I did a gig with my band on Thursday and no ill effects from the excitement (I sing and play guitar in a Ska/Punk band), apart from a bit of tiredness.
But your physical wellbeing is only ever half the picture. I feel very different in myself. I do not really like how Ifeel about myself at the moment. I am normally quite a positive and confident person, but I don't really feel like that at the moment. I almost feel like I am a different person. I feel far more cautious and less inclined to take risks. I haven't really felt like drinking alcohol at all. I am due to see a group of friends tonight for a couple of beers and a curry. Normally I'd have been looking forward to this all week, but all I am thinking of is whether I can get home safely without needing to use the toilet in a hurry. I've decided to wear a pad for the first time in two weeks as a precaution. There are a couple of gigs on, that normally I'd really fancy, but I can't really rustle up the enthusiasm to book tickets. I had the chance to drive to Manchester last night to see City play in the Champions league, but again I couldn't be bothered. Whilst we were playing the gig last friday, I found I felt pretty normal. As soon as I got off stage, I was completely wiped out. It wasn't so much that I didn't want to talk to people, I simply couldn't find anything to say. Normally I'd stay chatting to the early hours, but after a pint, I just wanted to head off home.
All of this is very unlike me. Is this just a part of the healing phase, your body saying "slow down, we need to get better" or is it just a new phase of life, part of getting older, which my body was shocked into accepting (I'm 61)? I'm hoping that one day, soon, I'll wake up and feel like the old me, the me I am used to. The me that is spontaneous and looks for things to do, not reasons not to do them.
I guess what I am saying is that right now, the glass is definitely half full, but all I am seeing is the empty half.
++++ A small footnote. I went out, met my friends, had a few beers and a rather excellent curry and had a lovely night. No accidents on the way home. I have realised that most of the problems are in my mind. It is fear of accidents etc that is bugging me rather than accidents themselves. I am lucky
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