I just spoke with my doctor. It turns out that the tests I thought I was going to have to have — based on the results I got yesterday — do not need to be done. The letter was merely badly phrased and he was recommending that I follow up with routine testing. Nothing special is needed.
The ambiguity on the results was — as my doctor put it — due to the fact that I am a “walking violation of the laws of probabilty.”
Well, today I had my prostate biopsy. It was one of the worst experiences I have ever had. The aftermath is even worse, as it has continued to become more and more painful as the day has worn on.
Also, I got the results of last week’s colonoscopy and they were ambiguous enough to warrant another series of tests. I am not happy about this.
Well, I had the surgical colonoscopy today. I barely remember any of the procedure. The drugs I was given were to put me into a twilight sleep, and they apparently worked rather well. I remember being wheeled into the operating room and given the drugs. I remember a few isolated flashes of the procedure but nothing more.
I was fortunate to have a very good friend who drove me to and from and took care of me while I was too woozy from the drugs to function properly.
Tomorrow I have a surgical colonoscopy. This should be the next to last test I have to have for all this mess. Next week I have a biopsy.
I am not doing terribly well facing this event tomorrow. But I’ll get through it. It’s not as if I have a choice in that.