Specialising in the human experience of Living with prostate cancer – warts and all

The End Game – 18 April 2008

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Today it was about the nuts and bolts of what is about to happen.

With Monday’s bone scan, they inject some dye into me and a few hours later, they do the scan. Then I can go and spend the night with the family.

On Tuesday, they ream out the prostate under a spinal anesthetic where you are awake throughout the procedure finishing up with a catheter insertion. Now that sounds like a real thrill.

I remain in hospital for three or four days and then they send me back to the Melbourne branch of the family for a few more days until they are satisfied that the urinal bleeding is under control and then I can come back to the King Valley to piss blood for the next three or four weeks. Sound exciting?

Before I come home, I get to find out the result of the bone scan and my expected longevity. I will also be seeking the expected schedule of the degradation process of my health over my remaining lifespan. Now, that one is really going to go down well.

I looked up the hormone therapy they are proposing and found that they destroy the production of testosterone upon which the cancer cells feed. Of course they use the female hormone, estrogen, which has side effects in most cases such as loss of libido, impotency, softening of the body hair and growing boobs. That’s right, as if having the cancer isn’t enough, they are turning me into a bloody woman. They say you even think differently! I’ll let you know if I start wearing makeup!

I reckon that fits the Church’s definition of purgatory 😦

I was much improved on the emotional side today with only one major outburst over my Centrelink application for the aged pension. They have approved a pension for my wife Pauline, but have temporarily knocked me back until they eventually get around to sending a valuer to valuate our ten acre home site yet they are working off the same documentation for both of us. I got so pissed off and broke down into a blubbering mess once again. I mean, I am the one having the surgery and they won’t even issue me with a Health Card.

I’m over it all tonight and I’ll talk to you again over the weekend.

Written by Greg Naylor

19 April 2008 at 12:35 am

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  1. You’re allowed to have those emotional outbursts Greg. I went ballistic at a fridge manufacturer today over their failure to fix our 2 y.o. fridge despite the problem being reported soon after we bought it (it keeps cutting out). After I got off the phone I felt like a real goose for “losing it”. Half an hour later though they called me back and offered a new fridge! Keep punching.


    19 April 2008 at 12:59 am

  2. Greg that sounds like pretty active treatment to me, to be blunt, they wouldn’t be bothering if they thought you were a write-off would they? Sure the treatment sounds like a bummer but uh, you know both testosterone and oestrogen is already present in both male and female bodies. It’s just the level variance at puberty that changes each gender’s respective development.
    You know testosterone production tapers off naturally with advancing years so it’s not unheard of for older men to experience all the symptoms of HRT even without the treatment. What the textbook refers to as “breast development” is in fact a small localised swelling caused by re-distribution of fatty tissue. Usually about the size of a wallnut.
    You aren’t going to look like that guy Meatloaf played in “fight club” I guarantee you that, and if you wear make-up, well, that’s your buisiness really isn’t it. (You’ll notice I resisted the urge to make a J Edgar Hoover gag).
    Mate, I don’t think you are going to turn into the sugar-plum fairy somehow and like i already said, any information you get about life expectancy or anything like that is a guess, plain and simple.


    19 April 2008 at 1:01 am

  3. Ray maybe you should have belted him and you would have gotten TWO new fridges, that sounds like a racket to me.


    19 April 2008 at 1:03 am

  4. Have you ever noticed that as people reach really old age, men look more like women and women look more like men? 😉

    Greg Naylor

    19 April 2008 at 1:07 am

  5. …and they both look a lot like like those “dolls” I used to make as a kid when you carve a face in a peeled apple and leaving it on the window-sill to dry out for a couple of days, spooky.


    19 April 2008 at 3:18 am

  6. I’ve noticed that as men get older their noses & ears tend to get bigger. I’m hoping it applies to all appendages.

    Ray Dixon

    19 April 2008 at 11:30 am

  7. You don’t see many of them with fat fingers Ray 😀

    Greg Naylor

    19 April 2008 at 12:57 pm

  8. you know the reason for that is that while bones stop growing during adolescence, cartlidge doesn’t. The cartlidge in ears and noses keeps growing at a more or less consistent rate throughout a person’s life.


    19 April 2008 at 8:07 pm

  9. And er, what about that other piece of, er, anatomy. No bones in that one!


    20 April 2008 at 1:24 am

  10. Look at all of the support you have just through blogging. That’s incredible. Through your writing, you seem like such a strong human being. I have faith that you will be ok. Hang in there and keep up updated.

    I would love to get your opinion on a new project of mine,, which donates 100% of its net proceeds to The American Cancer Society.



    20 April 2008 at 6:29 am

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