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I want to start out by saying I do not have cancer, and this story actually happened some time ago. So not to worry.
But the docs thought I might ... for several years. Specifically, I had high prostate specific antigen readings, otherwise known as PSA. That's why I kept having to visit my urologist, Doctor Finger. What a pain in the ass.
But it could be worse. I always thought a urologist dealt with urine issues, and I don't want anyone's finger going up that way.
So they tested, and probed (!) and tested again, during which time I was told I might have cancer ... or not. So then they went in with a needle and took about a dozen samples, something called a biopsy. Do you want to know where they go in with a needles to get those samples?
No. No, you do not.
It came up, um, clean, but the PSA count stayed high. Way high. Too high. Something was wrong.
(Some men go for years with high PSA ratings, without ever getting cancer. Women rarely have high PSA readings, what with them not having prostates. But men don't often have to get mammograms, so never mind.)
And so, in desperation, Doctor Finger sent me to get an MRI. That stands for Magnetic Resonance Imaging, and costs about a hundred dollars a letter. That's $600 just for the magnet. (Buying and installing one MRI machine can cost more than three million dollars.)
I'll be writing separately about the MRI ... it was an experience. Honestly, I'd much rather go through it again than have a physical exam by my urologist, who's a really nice guy but has big hands. The MRI took an hour, and the digital exam a few minutes, but it felt the opposite.
I know you're anxious to see the results ... um, hear--hear the results. Well, there was no immediate sign of cancer. Yay!
But my prostate was, quoting Doctor Finger, "as big as my head". And his head is even bigger than his hands.
Now, here's the fun part: My prostate is two and a half times its normal size. He explained that PSA readings are like harvesting crops: The bigger the field, the more crops you harvest. So, since my prostate was bigger, my PSA count was naturally bigger, too.
See where I'm going with this?
Yeah. For ten years when I might have had cancer because of unusually high PSA counts, my PSA counts were NORMAL.
So.
You know, I lead a fairly stressful life already; I don't need any help. Just sayin'.
But the docs thought I might ... for several years. Specifically, I had high prostate specific antigen readings, otherwise known as PSA. That's why I kept having to visit my urologist, Doctor Finger. What a pain in the ass.
But it could be worse. I always thought a urologist dealt with urine issues, and I don't want anyone's finger going up that way.
So they tested, and probed (!) and tested again, during which time I was told I might have cancer ... or not. So then they went in with a needle and took about a dozen samples, something called a biopsy. Do you want to know where they go in with a needles to get those samples?
No. No, you do not.
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| A James Webb Space Telescope image of my prostate. |
It came up, um, clean, but the PSA count stayed high. Way high. Too high. Something was wrong.
(Some men go for years with high PSA ratings, without ever getting cancer. Women rarely have high PSA readings, what with them not having prostates. But men don't often have to get mammograms, so never mind.)
And so, in desperation, Doctor Finger sent me to get an MRI. That stands for Magnetic Resonance Imaging, and costs about a hundred dollars a letter. That's $600 just for the magnet. (Buying and installing one MRI machine can cost more than three million dollars.)
I'll be writing separately about the MRI ... it was an experience. Honestly, I'd much rather go through it again than have a physical exam by my urologist, who's a really nice guy but has big hands. The MRI took an hour, and the digital exam a few minutes, but it felt the opposite.
I know you're anxious to see the results ... um, hear--hear the results. Well, there was no immediate sign of cancer. Yay!
But my prostate was, quoting Doctor Finger, "as big as my head". And his head is even bigger than his hands.
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| If the prostate was a balloon, mine would be the Hindenburg. |
Now, here's the fun part: My prostate is two and a half times its normal size. He explained that PSA readings are like harvesting crops: The bigger the field, the more crops you harvest. So, since my prostate was bigger, my PSA count was naturally bigger, too.
See where I'm going with this?
Yeah. For ten years when I might have had cancer because of unusually high PSA counts, my PSA counts were NORMAL.
So.
You know, I lead a fairly stressful life already; I don't need any help. Just sayin'.
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| Remember: Whenever you don't buy a book, an author has to have a colonoscopy. Save their ass. |
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