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Get your PSA checked!

micropolitan guy

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Today I completed the 28th and final radiation treatment to eradicate my prostate cancer. I had great radiation techs who were with me every step of the way, from the first treatment on Feb. 19 until I ran the bell this afternoon.

Their humor, support, encouragement, positive vibes and empathy, and playing whatever music I requested while I was on the table during treatment sessions, made the grind much easier to withstand. They are my personal superheroes, and I hold them in the highest regard.

My cancer was discovered by a high PSA score during a routine annual physical last May. I had no symptoms. Luckily, they found it early enough, and it had not spread. My total recovery prognosis is excellent and I expect to have many more years with family and friends.

To all men of a certain age, of which there are many here at SJ.Com: Get your PSA checked annually! It can save your life; I sure believe that checkup helped save mine.
 
Would you share details of your successful treatment regimen? You said it involved 28 "irradiations". How long was each procedure? Did you have to go to a special facility in an inconvenient locale to get treated? Pain or discomfort? Any pharmaceutical accompaniment with the radiation?

Thanks ...
 
Would you share details of your successful treatment regimen? You said it involved 28 "irradiations". How long was each procedure? Did you have to go to a special facility in an inconvenient locale to get treated? Pain or discomfort? Any pharmaceutical accompaniment with the radiation?

Thanks ...
Channeling my inner Ragu here:

They found my elevated PSA last May or so. I had a prostate scan in August, then a bone and organ scan in October or November, to make sure it had not spread. My biopsy was in December, they come in through the Holland tunnel, so it was like a colonoscopy, but without the awful prep. Probably three hours from admitting to being home.

It seemed to me to be a long time between procedures, but they must not have thought it was urgent.

Before the sessions started on Feb. 19, I had a short operation in January to place "gold stars" (targets) on my prostate, and to install an organic "wall" to add a layer of protection for the rectum. At the hospital for about three hours total. No pain. The "wall" is made up of some material that dissolves over the next 6-12 months, you can't even tell anything is there. It was done by needle; I was knocked out.

I also got a 3-month hormone shot to depress my testosterone level on Dec 30, and I'll get another one on Monday, then that will be it. I'll get my prostate numbers checked in three months, then every six months after that. If they stay good, I'm golden.

Before you start the radiation regime, they do a "simulation" of the actual treatment. You get your bladder filled (between 75-100%) at home, head up the treatment center and get on the table. They get the "coordinates" on your body set, then you get little tattoos on each flank and your lower stomach, so they know where to aim the radiation.

Then they set a date to start the actual radiation; 28 sessions that lasted for about 10 minutes. You don't have to disrobe, just pull your pants down around your knees, pull your shirt up a little, cross your hands over your chest. They cover your privates with a towel. They are really good about protecting your privacy, if that's something you get concerned about.

Five days a week, Monday through Friday, 28 straight weekdays. That's the grind, it's every single day.

The first two or three minutes on the table they do x-rays to see how full your bladder is, and to make sure everything else is OK. Takes about another minute or two to calibrate the radiation streams, then about 4-5 minutes of treatment while the machines zoom all around you. Lots of screens and machines and they clank a bit but they're kind of cool.

Here's the best way I know to describe how long each session takes: Yesterday I was positioned on the table, they left the room to get the process started. I had requested "American Pie." It started, played all the way through, and then I got about one minute of "Celebrate" for the last pass of the machine. So, 8-9 minutes tops for each session.

The biggest deal is getting your pre-treatment routine down so your bladder is only about 80% full. I called it being "comfortably uncomfortable." Almost all of my treatments were at 3:10 p.m., so I drank water steadily between noon and about 2:45, probably 60-70 ounces, peeing when I had to. Took one last pee at 2:55 and hit the road.

Luckily the treatment center was only about 8 minutes from my house, and I seldom had to wait more than five minutes before being called in. They really tried (and succeeded) being on time, because your bladder keeps filling when you drink that much water, and every extra minute can really be agonizing.

Luckily there were only 2-3 times when I was absolutely about to die when they finished. One time I had to pee right when I got there and I was only at 50% when I got on the table. They just waited five minutes, I was up to 80% and then it was full-speed ahead, knocked that sucker out.

For the last 15 sessions, I could do the prep in my sleep. It got routine.

The side effects are minimal at first, then increase as the treatment progresses. Your digestive system gets a little screwed up and it gets harder to pee, and can burn, especially right after the treatment. The radiation can inflame your colon, so I took Advil and that really helped reduce the inflammation. They say the symptoms can last 2-4 weeks after the cycle ends, because you still have radiation in your body, but I already feel the difference today.

It's not really "painful," but it was a grind, especially mentally, because 28 treatments is a lot. I broke it down into segments; 1/7 done, 2/7 done, halfway there, etc., etc. You get fatigued, but I was able to walk at least two miles every day, albeit slower than normal. But I still got out there.

I had lots of support at home and from a small, select group of friends. I didn't tell many people; my brothers didn't even know until I was 2/3 of the way through. And my two primary radiologists were spectacular: encouraging, supportive, positive, they were there for me and had my back every single day. They were my superheroes.

I wrote them each a personalized card and included a healthy tip when it was all over. I don't know if that's SOP, but WTF, they deserved it.

Hope that helps, hope it wasn't too much information. Don't be afraid of it.

.
 
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Channeling my inner Ragu here:

They found my elevated PSA last May or so. I had a prostate scan in August, then a bone and organ scan in October or November, to make sure it had not spread. My biopsy was in December, they come in through the Holland tunnel, so it was like a colonoscopy, but without the awful prep. Probably three hours from admitting to being home.

It seemed to me to be a long time between procedures, but they must not have thought it was urgent.

Before the sessions started on Feb. 19, I had a short operation in January to place "gold stars" (targets) on my prostate, and to install an organic "wall" to add a layer of protection for the rectum. At the hospital for about three hours total. No pain. The "wall" is made up of some material that dissolves over the next 6-12 months, you can't even tell anything is there. It was done by needle; I was knocked out.

I also got a 3-month hormone shot to depress my testosterone level on Dec 30, and I'll get another one on Monday, then that will be it. I'll get my prostate numbers checked in three months, then every six months after that. If they stay good, I'm golden.

Before you start the radiation regime, they do a "simulation" of the actual treatment. You get your bladder filled (between 75-100%) at home, head up the treatment center and get on the table. They get the "coordinates" on your body set, then you get little tattoos on each flank and your lower stomach, so they know where to aim the radiation.

Then they set a date to start the actual radiation; 28 sessions that lasted for about 10 minutes. You don't have to disrobe, just pull your pants down around your knees, pull your shirt up a little, cross your hands over your chest. They cover your privates with a towel. They are really good about protecting your privacy, if that's something you get concerned about.

Five days a week, Monday through Friday, 28 straight weekdays. That's the grind, it's every single day.

The first two or three minutes on the table they do x-rays to see how full your bladder is, and to make sure everything else is OK. Takes about another minute or two to calibrate the radiation streams, then about 4-5 minutes of treatment while the machines zoom all around you. Lots of screens and machines and they clank a bit but they're kind of cool.

Here's the best way I know to describe how long each session takes: Yesterday I was positioned on the table, they left the room to get the process started. I had requested "American Pie." It started, played all the way through, and then I got about one minute of "Celebrate" for the last pass of the machine. So, 8-9 minutes tops for each session.

The biggest deal is getting your pre-treatment routine down so your bladder is only about 80% full. I called it being "comfortably uncomfortable." Almost all of my treatments were at 3:10 p.m., so I drank water steadily between noon and about 2:45, probably 60-70 ounces, peeing when I had to. Took one last pee at 2:55 and hit the road.

Luckily the treatment center was only about 8 minutes from my house, and I seldom had to wait more than five minutes before being called in. They really tried (and succeeded) being on time, because your bladder keeps filling when you drink that much water, and every extra minute can really be agonizing.

Luckily there were only 2-3 times when I was absolutely about to die when they finished. One time I had to pee right when I got there and I was only at 50% when I got on the table. They just waited five minutes, I was up to 80% and then it was full-speed ahead, knocked that sucker out.

For the last 15 sessions, I could do the prep in my sleep. It got routine.

The side effects are minimal at first, then increase as the treatment progresses. Your digestive system gets a little screwed up and it gets harder to pee, and can burn, especially right after the treatment. The radiation can inflame your colon, so I took Advil and that really helped reduce the inflammation. They say the symptoms can last 2-4 weeks after the cycle ends, because you still have radiation in your body, but I already feel the difference today.

It's not really "painful," but it was a grind, especially mentally, because 28 treatments is a lot. I broke it down into segments; 1/7 done, 2/7 done, halfway there, etc., etc. You get fatigued, but I was able to walk at least two miles every day, albeit slower than normal. But I still got out there.

I had lots of support at home and from a small, select group of friends. I didn't tell many people; my brothers didn't even know until I was 2/3 of the way through. And my two primary radiologists were spectacular: encouraging, supportive, positive, they were there for me and had my back every single day. They were my superheroes.

I wrote them each a personalized card and included a healthy tip when it was all over. I don't know if that's SOP, but WTF, they deserved it.

Hope that helps, hope it wasn't too much information. Don't be afraid of it.

.
Your posts brought a little tear to my eye, and I choked up a bit. That means it was a good thing -- the emotional response, and your messages and information.

My father died of prostate cancer. As cancers go, prostate cancer is generally a good one to get -- slower-moving and more treatable than most, my dad had it for nine years, even after it was initially diagnosed at the Stage 4 level already after he ignored for a while his primary physician's suggestion to immediately get further checked out and treated as needed after he had an elevated first PSA reading of 64 at a regular check-up.

Thankfully, the rest of my family learned from my dad's obstinacy/stupidity with regard to his health. When my uncle was diagnosed with early-stage prostate cancer, he immediately had the organ taken out. And, when my second-oldest brother, who, ironically, was always closest of all us kids to our dad, received the same diagnosis as our dad a few years ago, he, too, underwent immediate treatment.

Both my uncle and my brother have since survived their health scares and each received and have lived out excellent prognoses as a result.
 
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Channeling my inner Ragu here:

They found my elevated PSA last May or so. I had a prostate scan in August, then a bone and organ scan in October or November, to make sure it had not spread. My biopsy was in December, they come in through the Holland tunnel, so it was like a colonoscopy, but without the awful prep. Probably three hours from admitting to being home.

It seemed to me to be a long time between procedures, but they must not have thought it was urgent.

Before the sessions started on Feb. 19, I had a short operation in January to place "gold stars" (targets) on my prostate, and to install an organic "wall" to add a layer of protection for the rectum. At the hospital for about three hours total. No pain. The "wall" is made up of some material that dissolves over the next 6-12 months, you can't even tell anything is there. It was done by needle; I was knocked out.

I also got a 3-month hormone shot to depress my testosterone level on Dec 30, and I'll get another one on Monday, then that will be it. I'll get my prostate numbers checked in three months, then every six months after that. If they stay good, I'm golden.

Before you start the radiation regime, they do a "simulation" of the actual treatment. You get your bladder filled (between 75-100%) at home, head up the treatment center and get on the table. They get the "coordinates" on your body set, then you get little tattoos on each flank and your lower stomach, so they know where to aim the radiation.

Then they set a date to start the actual radiation; 28 sessions that lasted for about 10 minutes. You don't have to disrobe, just pull your pants down around your knees, pull your shirt up a little, cross your hands over your chest. They cover your privates with a towel. They are really good about protecting your privacy, if that's something you get concerned about.

Five days a week, Monday through Friday, 28 straight weekdays. That's the grind, it's every single day.

The first two or three minutes on the table they do x-rays to see how full your bladder is, and to make sure everything else is OK. Takes about another minute or two to calibrate the radiation streams, then about 4-5 minutes of treatment while the machines zoom all around you. Lots of screens and machines and they clank a bit but they're kind of cool.

Here's the best way I know to describe how long each session takes: Yesterday I was positioned on the table, they left the room to get the process started. I had requested "American Pie." It started, played all the way through, and then I got about one minute of "Celebrate" for the last pass of the machine. So, 8-9 minutes tops for each session.

The biggest deal is getting your pre-treatment routine down so your bladder is only about 80% full. I called it being "comfortably uncomfortable." Almost all of my treatments were at 3:10 p.m., so I drank water steadily between noon and about 2:45, probably 60-70 ounces, peeing when I had to. Took one last pee at 2:55 and hit the road.

Luckily the treatment center was only about 8 minutes from my house, and I seldom had to wait more than five minutes before being called in. They really tried (and succeeded) being on time, because your bladder keeps filling when you drink that much water, and every extra minute can really be agonizing.

Luckily there were only 2-3 times when I was absolutely about to die when they finished. One time I had to pee right when I got there and I was only at 50% when I got on the table. They just waited five minutes, I was up to 80% and then it was full-speed ahead, knocked that sucker out.

For the last 15 sessions, I could do the prep in my sleep. It got routine.

The side effects are minimal at first, then increase as the treatment progresses. Your digestive system gets a little screwed up and it gets harder to pee, and can burn, especially right after the treatment. The radiation can inflame your colon, so I took Advil and that really helped reduce the inflammation. They say the symptoms can last 2-4 weeks after the cycle ends, because you still have radiation in your body, but I already feel the difference today.

It's not really "painful," but it was a grind, especially mentally, because 28 treatments is a lot. I broke it down into segments; 1/7 done, 2/7 done, halfway there, etc., etc. You get fatigued, but I was able to walk at least two miles every day, albeit slower than normal. But I still got out there.

I had lots of support at home and from a small, select group of friends. I didn't tell many people; my brothers didn't even know until I was 2/3 of the way through. And my two primary radiologists were spectacular: encouraging, supportive, positive, they were there for me and had my back every single day. They were my superheroes.

I wrote them each a personalized card and included a healthy tip when it was all over. I don't know if that's SOP, but WTF, they deserved it.

Hope that helps, hope it wasn't too much information. Don't be afraid of it.

.
That was very informative and yet written so even I could understand it. Thank you, and congratulations on your health.
 
Best wishes to you, Micropolitan Guy. I have my own prostate cancer story.
Thirteen years ago my primary doc remarked that my PSA, while still relatively low at 2.7, had increased significantly and referred me to a urologist. The urologist decided I needed a biopsy (his specialty, it seems), results of which came back with 5% cancer in one of the numerous cores he took.
He immediately started talking about surgery. My dear wife, bless her, got me the heck out of there. We got two more opinions, and we concluded that the best thing to do at that time was nothing. Get regular PSA checks, hope for the best.
I'm now in my early 70s. My last PSA was 3.11. I see a (different) urologist a few times a year, and we mostly shoot the breeze. But I get the PSA, he looks at it, pronounces me fine. At one point he mused that the positive biopsy I got in 2012 might have been a bungled reading.
On the other hand, a former colleague was diagnosed in his late 40s, and the surgeon caught the cancer after it had begun to spread beyond the prostate. He's still with us, but he required some radiation or chemo after the surgery to ensure that they had eradicated all of it. My impression is that a diagnosis at an earlier age may call for more aggressive steps.
Lots of men die of prostate cancer, but far more die with it than of it. Back when I was diagnosed I think it was over-treated; I think that has changed somewhat, and improved detection methods such as MRI-assisted biopsies have come along.
 

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