Someone E-Mailed Me...

...and wanted to know what it was like to have cancer. Fair enough question, but I'm not sure how to answer it. If I could have chosen any other type it wouldn't have been this one. It killed my Dad and will likely kill me. Maybe, if the smoking and drinking doesn't get my ass first.

Cancer cells are based on their differentiation. The more differentiated they are, the worse off your ass is. When I was diagnosed four years ago mine were moderately to moderately-well. Love the terminology. I've been on my own form of natural chemo since then, and it does take its toll on my ass. But if you know anything about the disease, the medical forms of treatment are devastating. Look what Rob went through. He had to shoot his dick with a needle. I've talked to my URO about that, and it's an option. But since I'm maintaining my PSA in acceptable levels, it may be some time before I have to decide on what to do.

But I digress. Back to the question. It affects you everyday of your life. You may not see it, but the effects are debilitating. I won't go into the specifics because I try not to concentrate on them. But mentally and physically they wear your ass out.

Now, most men, when diagnosed, choose to take immediate action. Problem is, the results are none too good. I've done so much research on this thing that it boggles even my MD.

But it's like staring a monster in the face every day I wake up. I ask for no sympathy, nor do I deserve it. It's a part of life.

As a side note, a TF with Sandra Lee would spur me to not only get the prostate out, but they could take my right arm. I couldn't think of a better way to end things. I'm just saying...