Hell of a Guy

Relief…

09/10/2017

Back in May I had what was supposed to be my annual physical, actually about eighteen months since the previous one. A week earlier I had stopped by the doctor’s office for blood to be drawn. During the exam Dr. Quarantillo discussed the blood test results, one being an increase in my cholesterol which had jumped from 168 to 221, the other number that had jumped significantly was my PSA reading that nearly doubled to 6.15. The doctor was most concerned for the PSA increase and highly recommended I see a urologist. I did.

The urologist did what urologist do, and that included another prostate exam. My doctor had done the rectal exam and found no abnormality. The urologist also said all seemed to be normal, that being no odd shape or lumps, but he also recommended I consider having a prostate MRI done.
The very next day, June 8th, I visited my PCP because of an issue with my neck that I should have mentioned during my physical. He had me visit the local hospital to have some ex-rays done, but also had ordered another blood test, causing me to wonder why? I soon found out.

A day later I received a call from the doctor’s office letting me know that based on my symptoms the doctor has ordered a test for Lyme disease and the test results came back with a positive reading. I apparently had been bitten by a tick and infected with the disease. Okay! What’s next? Well, next was a 28-day aggressive antibiotic program. I needed to know more about Lyme disease and did some online research. I found one of the side effects of Lyme disease can be an increase in PSA. 

I was to return to the urologist to discuss further investigation of the PSA increase. I let them know I had Lyme and what I had found about Lyme and PSA. The doctor agreed and scheduled me to come back for another blood test after the antibiotic program. The re-test showed a decrease in PSA but still high, and so we went forward the prostate MRI and I had it on August 8th. Last Wednesday I saw the urologist to discuss the MRI findings.

Generally, I do not worry excessively about things I cannot control or have no control over. This certainly fit that criteria. But then, yesterday morning reality set in. What was I going to hear – was it good news, not so good news, or would it be overwhelmingly bad news?

I got to the doctor’s office about 15 minutes early. The waiting room was nearly empty, a good sign. Just one other guy and me. I was there about a minute when the other guy was taken in the back. Just a few minutes later I, too, was taken into a small room to await the doctor. I was only there for about 10 excruciating minutes with all kinds of thoughts going through my mind before he came in the room.

After a few seconds of small talk he produced a paper, the results of the MRI, and then he smiled and laid it on me. No cancer, no signs of cancer, no lumps, no abnormality other than an enlarged prostate.
Hallelujah!

Enlarged prostate, a treatable condition.

I feel great. Relief. Live is good.

And that is all I have to say about that… 

 
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