Today is November 10, 2022. Sometime earlier this year an evil bastard invaded my body in the form of Prostate Cancer. Going forward that “evil bastard” will be referred to only as Rupert in recognition of the Murdoch Malignancy eating into our Country’s heart.
In late May of this year a routine blood test showed I had a PSA Level of approximately 17. My wonderful GP, Dr Walker, ordered another test and approximately 21 days later the PSA level had jumped to 24. I then had an Ultrasound of the Renal Track which suggested some issues so it was off to the Urologist for me.
My first examination with the Specialist took place on July 18. He concluded/hoped that the rapid increase in PSA was due to an infection he detected through a digital rectal exam and prescribed 6 weeks of antibiotics to be followed up by an MRI. The MRI confirmed the presence of Prostate Cancer so the next step was a Transrectal Biopsy carried out on October 19 at Calvary Hospital.
The Biopsy Results take a couple of weeks to come through and during that time I had a Nuclear Medicine TC-PSMA Scan to see if the Cancer had escaped my Prostate.
The Biopsy and Scan Results were probably as expected to be honest and on November 4, it was confirmed that Rupert is a Stage Four invader.
After a Meeting this morning of the Urology Department at Canberra Hospital, they have determined that I should commence Hormone Therapy ASAP so that’s where my journey with Rupert has taken me so far.
I am really content with where I am. I think I must have been kissed on the dick by a fairy many years ago to have experienced the life I’ve enjoyed. I have a wonderful, supportive Family and more truly great friends than anyone is entitled to so no regrets here.
I am happy to share mine and Rupert’s journey together with anyone who may feel it can help them. There’ll be no tears and there’ll be none of that “fighting cancer” bullshit. If my body eventually decides it’s had enough of living with Rupert, then so be it, but it won’t be because Rupert has won any “fight”. It will just be that my race is done and game is over.
“Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and sometimes it rains”. Rupert won’t have won and I won’t have lost – it will just be another rainout.
Living With Rupert 