The faulty waterworks
Just a week after I
concluded radiotherapy for malignant prostate cancer, I was back at Christie
Hospital to pick up an urgent prescription. The lingering side effects of
radiotherapy are the fatigue that I have managed to varying degrees dealing
with insomnia, strength, and ambulatory performance. It is the bladder and urinary
issues that present the greater challenge and as one nurse politely put it, my
waterworks.
The issue I described
of having a kettle filling my urinary tract with boiling piss was described to
my understanding by a cancer support nurse yesterday. Besides the prostate
inflammation that could constrict the urinary tract, radiotherapy could also irritate
and inflame the inner lining of the tract and that is what I am feeling as a
burning sensation anytime I have the urgency to pee and when the bladder does
not fully empty after any attempt to pee.
Hotline for hot piss
By last night, it was
beyond tolerable and quite unbearable that I had to call the Christie Hotline
for help. After describing the symptoms and the utter discomfort, I was given some
advice to take painkillers which are generally anti-inflammatory too, that
seemed to ease the discomfort and even eliminate the possibility of a urinary
tract infection.
My notes were
forwarded to a doctor who called this morning to assess my condition and
prescribe some medication and palliatives to help with the waterworks.
Two things might also
become an impediment to going out: the sudden urgency to pass water and the
frequency at which that happens. At the hospital, in the space of an hour, I visited
the toilet thrice.
Vulnerable in stride
Then, on my way home,
I got the bus and when I alighted, I was about 300 metres from home when I
thought I was going to wet myself. I was not going to make it home on time just
as I saw a young man entering a student apartment block and I appealed to him
that I had a toilet emergency. He ushered me to the disabled toilet, and I
could not wait to get the business done. The compelling urge is literally
impossible to control.
Before my treatment,
I could hold water for hours, now, it is a matter of minutes that I have ordered
a Just Can’t
Wait Toilet card that hopefully grants sympathetic access to toilets when I
am out and about. Along with that, I have ordered a Radar key to
give access to public disabled toilets.
Coming to terms with
the fact that the diagnosis, treatment, and ensuing symptoms together constitute
a disability is something I am having some difficulty with, but the truth is
these are vulnerabilities that would subside. For the duration of the issues,
one should avail oneself of all the help available to ease the discomforts and
pain.
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