My Journey with Prostate Cancer

I am kind of celebrating tonight. Today was treatment 18 of 35. I am over half way through radiation treatments. And I feel pretty good.  My last post ended on a fairly up note. I did not have Covid-19 but I certainly had other issues. One thing about this cancer, it sure removes ones dignity. Between having a vital part of ones sex organs removed to being exposed and prodded in the most intimate and personal places, I don't have much dignity left.  Although I was very pleased that I did not have Covid-19 I was having all kinds of troubles with my bowels. Part of the treatment is to have an empty bowel when you show up for your appointment. For that reason I was attempting to eat in such a way as to keep things moving extra well. Maybe it was my own fault or maybe the treatments where finally doing their damage. Once a week each patient has a planned interview with a nurse, but one can request a meeting any time for any reason.  So on Tuesday I ask the receptionist that I wanted to

  When I go for my radiation treatments the first thing I do after checking in is to collect my hospital gown and go to the change room to strip and put on the gown. Each patient has a slot for the gown which is stored in a small cloth hospital bag. My slot is #96. They ask you to use the same gown for a week or so and there is a ready supply of clean gowns and bags for you whenever you want a change.  There are four change rooms. The first several days I used the first one but then one day I arrived and that room was occupied so I selected the second one. I was surprised that the second room had no chair so I had to stand up to change, which means sometimes I lean against the wall, a little bit, to remove my shoes and pants. Do you see it coming?  😁 Well this day I was stripped down to my birthday suit and fiddling with the gown when there is a loud insistent knocking on my door. I was about to tell this rude person that someone is using this room, when I hear a voice say, "Are