Last Friday I finished with my forty-fourth radiation treatment for prostate cancer. At my age of eighty-three, there is an eighty percent chance of having prostate cancer, so I’m nothing special. I was informed, even before starting the treatments, that I would probably feel fatigued for about six weeks after finishing, as my body clears out the dead cancer cells and flushes them away. It was also mentioned that I would probably feel depressed for a few weeks. Both of those turned out to be accurate.
It was mentioned that I would have trouble controlling peeing, pooing and tooting, (words for things I learned to control as a child), which has been true also, but those things seem to be easing up. I no longer have the intense and spontaneous urgency events whenever I approach the front door of my house, or the bathroom, or the toilet. It is apparent that my bladder has eyes and can spot those things from far away, and furthermore, it has the ability to look at my thoughts, and if there is even a hint of any of those actions being possible it creates an urgency event. Pee NOW! Yes, I am wearing those special diapers right now and they really do work much better than a folded towel or scrunching your face.
I discovered by talking about these problems openly with my older buddies that many, perhaps most, of them have already gone through these struggles. They have given me a few valuable tips and have offered encouragement to struggle on. This whole experience hasn’t been painful, and it hasn’t interfered much with my daily routines, but I have been noticeably more irritable. The daily frustrations of life have been more annoying but with my newer take on life when I see problems coming, I just quietly walk away. Avoiding even slight confrontations makes life easier.
When it comes to life (the unavoidable things), just do what you have to do, and pay close attention to the pleasures.