Unwelcome News

This morning I received the long awaited phone call. “Your psa is 107”. I had so much hoped for a much lower number than last time (48.6), or at least a levelling off. I was even prepared for at worst a doubling (97.2) but 107 came as quite a shock. S and I were getting ready to go out to lunch with some friends. We had a great lunch, fresh Halibut at a great venue, right near Vancouver airport. Of course we could not say too much as we are still trying to come to terms with what this number actually means……

So, what does it mean? At first sight it would appear to indicate that the cancer cells are multiplying at an increasing rate. A closer look at the graph shows that there was a decrease following radiotherapy and then a sudden rise coinciding with taking black salve internally in October 2016. I am now taking a powder form of black salve in capsules. To be more correct it is a mixture of bloodroot powder, chaparral powder, graviola powder and burdock root powder. None of which would cause me any harm, but should disrupt cancer cells.

Prostate cancer is supposed to be slow growing, so maybe it is reasonable to assume it will be slow to die as well. (It works for me!). I can theorise about it until the cows come home, but at the end of the day only definitive tests by my oncologist will reveal the true story. I plan therefore to return to Australia where I can have testing and receive treatment.

Tonight, S will give me a Zoladex injection and I will have another psa test in 3 weeks to see if it is making a difference. My sincere thanks go to Dr JM for his advice. (I am so grateful that you cared enough to give your opinion.)

Maybe some reader is wondering about how I am feeling. I feel disappointed. I feel frustrated that I will have to leave my beloved S, even if it only for a short time. I hope she will join me in Australia at a later date. I feel there are so many things that I have not done and may not be able to do, yet at the same time I am grateful for the things I have done, the people I have met and the opportunity to spend real quality time with the woman I love. I feel hopeful that my treatment will be successful and that we will return soon to Canada in time to enjoy the beautiful weather that is just now coming with Spring.  I thank all of my readers for your prayers, your good wishes and your support. God bless all of you. Les.

Facing Fears

You will probably think that this post is about death, dying or cancer treatment. It’s not. Today I faced a room full of Grade 10 High School students. “Big deal”, I hear you say! Well for  me it was a big deal. I am 70 and I have never done anything quite like this in my life. There were at least 36 kids in the room. I had to present information about volunteering for around an hour……..

Then I had to do it twice more! Part of me wanted to back out, but a bigger part of me wanted to bite the bullet, get in there and nail it. After all I had volunteered for this assignment.

Maybe I didn’t exactly nail it the way I hoped, but I did get the messages across. The kids were well behaved and respectful. I stuffed up some minor points, but they didn’t know that. They didn’t know that I had no experience. You know what? I actually enjoyed myself.

I am an Australian living in Canada. I started by writing “G’day mate, howyagoing?” on the board. I heard a few “g’day mate”s in the background. I turned to the class and said “g’day class”. Silence. With a little prompting they responded. I taught them a typical Aussie greeting and they enjoyed it. I then asked for a volunteer to clean the board.

It was a good intro. The kids were interested and paid attention. The hour went by in a blur and the kids clapped appreciatively at the end.

My lesson? Challenge yourself, prepare your strategy, face your fears head on and do your best. You will be glad you did. After all, isn’t that how we tackle our journeys through life?

Would I do it again? You know, I just might!