Now I know the time
Only yesterday, I was writing about waiting for the next appointment to discuss
the results of the adult histopathology
labs ordered on my last visit after the transperineal
prostate biopsy which leaves little room for comfort
at the thought of it.
This morning, a new appointment arrived in my mailbox with a link to the
hospital trust portal where you can review what is expected of you on your next
visit.
It sheds no further detail apart from the name of the consultant I might
be seeing and the option to bring a friend or relative along. The reliability of
‘friend’, the one who was to accompany me for the biopsy is questionable
and no fault of his beyond the apparently recondite lack of facility.
Needing someone to lean on
I might have to inform my neighbour as she upbraided me sternly for
not letting her know I was off to the hospital for a quite involved procedure.
Strangely, in preparation for the other visit, I was informed of the one-stop-shop service, I cannot recall the suggestion to bring someone along, it was loaded
with possibilities without indicating any actualities, which makes it seem ominous
that I might need a shoulder to lean on.
Obviously, I would be asked to produce a urine sample on demand or under
duress before I see the consultant who trained in Manchester and holds several supervisory
positions in clinical, educational, and training institutions. In my earlier feedback, I remonstrated about not being given the full details that informed the decision
to do a biopsy until I asked questions and asked to see the MRI scans.
In my own time, at my own pace
I have resolved, whatever the outcome, I will take my time to decide on the
next steps. For what it is worth, no one would want to lose the efficacy and function
of the prostate gland and on one of those sessions where I heard a talk on prostate
health, one of the speakers did say there is expertise to ensure it is not totally
excised that you become a eunuch blessed with a protuberance.
That thought alone, I should banish from my mind. I already have my delayed
biannual checkup scheduled for June and a week later, this one. Better to just think
of the summer of love and the beauty of the flowers in fields and meadows. What
bliss, what bliss indeed.
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