13 weeks …

The test results were fantastic, at least this is my personal assessment. The PSA results increased by a small amount and for those who do not know what PSA means … it’s the yard stick doctors use to determine how much cancer is floating in your blood stream. It’s like counting how many goals your favourite sports person has achieved. The number might be static in some weeks, while in other weeks it may increase. My cancer is like that, it will never go away, but it will rest abit and offer me some reprieve, and then it will rise again.

For the past 6 months, my PSA had been doubling, and at that rate it was projected to reach the heavens taking me along for the ride at the same time.

I’m of course ignoring the oncologists’ response at the time he delivered this information. He made a remark at how the figure was suspicious, and I’m not sure whether I was meant to hear that. I’m hoping he meant “goodness me, I didn’t expect this result and although it’s hard to believe, this young man is on his way to full recovery”.

And so, all in all, the results today tell me that I’m ok, and I should live life well for another 3 months before the next test. So lock up your daughters … I’m thinking I could go out and ‘partay’ tonight, …

… but I’m too tired.