I’ve thought a lot about whether or not to write this post. When I started blogging almost twenty years ago, I sometimes overshared and opined on topics I had no business writing about, but I gradually came to realize (and accept) my meager wisdom and questionable insights. I then endeavored to publish posts that were positive, or educational, or entertaining (and, very occasionally, all three), and I hope I’ve been able to do that somewhat consistently.
At the same time, I’d like to think that I’ve made some friends along the way…some whom I’ve never met in person, but through shared virtual experiences care about me as I care about them. Plus, Debbie said it was OK. So, here goes…
The Summer of ’22 has been a huge disappointment to me…so much so that during the part of June when I was in the book of Job as a part of my “Read The Bible Through” program, I often mentally wanted to say to that guy, you think you’ve got it bad? You should see what I’m dealing with!
The worst part happened early, when we made the hard decision to call in Hospice for end of life care for my mom. She passed away less than a week later.
They say that stress will lower your resistance to infection, and that might explain why, in short order, I developed a serious UTI, and did an encore with a visit to the emergency room where I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I also whiled away the hours passing multiple kidney stones. And the pneumonia was followed by a bout with COVID (which I helpfully shared with Debbie, because that’s the kind of generous guy I am).
Oh, did I mention that I also have cancer?
I only buried the lede slightly there. Mother’s death really was a low point, although it was also a blessing given how badly her physical and mental health had deteriorated. But the day following the one that we made the decision to transition to “comfort care” was the day that I got the prostate cancer diagnosis.
The diagnosis wasn’t a huge surprise. A month earlier, lab work associated with a wellness checkup revealed a significantly elevated PSA reading. My urologist was concerned enough that I underwent a biopsy, and that confirmed the diagnosis.
Let’s pause for a moment and consider the wonderfully terrifying procedure known as a prostate biopsy. Guys, the TL:DR version is…try really hard not to need one.
A prostate biopsy is a Class I violation of one’s personal space. And it’s somehow made worse when your urologist is female. Now, I realize full well that many of you ladies have had to submit to gynecological exams by male doctors, and I empathize with you. But I’m also pretty sure that there at least was a female nurse or PA present during those exams. For my biopsy, it was me and three women (I’m not sure what the other two were doing while the stabbing was taking place, but at least they didn’t seem to be stifling laughter).
Then there’s the actual biopsy, which consists of ramming an inch-wide nail a dozen times through an orifice that shall go unnamed and into an organ which, while being mysterious and exotic, is also quite full of sensitive nerve endings. I don’t think I screamed like a little girl (mainly because a little girl wouldn’t have been in that position to begin with), but the soothing voice of the doctor saying things like “who’s a good boy? you’re a good boy…” whilst hammering on the railroad spike with an eight pound sledge probably helped some. Plus, did I mention all the women in the room? No man wants to whimper in front of such an audience.
OK, I jest…mostly. The physical pain was actually minimal, and the doctor was quite skilled and efficient and reassuring. That’s the upside of having a female doctor, I think. A male doc would have just said something like, rub some dirt on it, dude.
The biopsy confirmed the presence of cancerous cells, so I underwent a CT scan, a bone scan, and an MRI, all of which indicated that no metastasis had occurred. That’s good news, right?
I also had a X-ray after the bone scan highlighted something unexpected (to the doctors) in my upper right arm. But I immediately knew about it, and knew it wasn’t a problem, because I even
overshared blogged about it seven years ago.
Anyway, I was feeling pretty good about things, or at least as good as one can feel knowing that one has cancer. That wouldn’t last.
More than a month passed before I could get a consultation with a surgeon, who is also a urological oncologist. Our meeting resulted in the elimination of some doubts I was beginning to have about whether a prostatectomy was really called for.
While the cancerous cells showed up in only one of the twelve samples from the biopsy, and none appeared elsewhere in the body, the type of lesion and its placement (it has penetrated the wall of the prostate) make treatment by radiation a rather bad option, owing to the high risk of recurrence and spreading. So, surgery it will be.
Not my actual surgeon
So, that’s my story. I know my situation isn’t unique; next to skin cancer, prostate cancer is the most common form for American men, according to the ACS, and particularly for guys who have worked hard to achieve an advanced age like mine. And I’m not even tempted to shake my fist at God and yell, “why me?!” Because, why not me? My prayer is that I’ll not fail to recognize and rely on God’s grace, whatever may come, and that I’ll be able to encourage others who might now or in the future walk this same path.
The surgery is scheduled for September 13th. And while I’ll let you research the details if you so desire, it’s not an exaggeration to say that in some ways, this is a life-changing procedure, whether or not it relieves me of the cancer. I will always appreciate your prayers, but pray especially for My Lovely Bride. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be a terrible patient…fortunately, she’s proven time and again to be an absolute angel of a nurse.
If you made it this far, bless your heart, and thanks for listening. I’ll try not to bore you too much with how this plays out, but I’m always probably going to be fishing for sympathy, so you’ve been warned.
And I’ll close with this message to any guys who are checking in: let my story be a cautionary tale…don’t do what I did and assume that just because you don’t have symptoms, you don’t have problems. You know what to do. Just…you know…do it.
Oh Eric, this just stinks! I pray for this surgery to be successful and curative. I pray for the hands that guide the robotic arm. I pray for you and Debbie to have courage and peace before, during and after your procedure. God is good and merciful. In His name, Amen
Thanks so much, Sherry. I have a sense of peace about the situation, but your encouragement means a lot.
Isn’t getting older a trip and a half?!! My mother reminded us many times before her passing that the golden years weren’t so golden. My heart goes out to you with your diagnosis, Eric, but I know that your faith will see you through whatever is out there. And Debbie will be an unflinching support–thank goodness there are angels among us.
Beth, you’re exactly right about getting older; it’s not for the faint of heart! Thank you for your support, and you’re also right about the blessing that I have in Debbie.
Best wishes for a successful outcome, Eric.
Thank you, Robert. 👍
I too have experienced the invasive prostate biopsy; not pleasant! The surgery was a cakewalk! Good luck my friend, prayers for you!
Hey, Mark…it’s great to hear from you! Thanks for stopping by, and for the encouragement. I didn’t realize that you’d been down this road also…we seem to be part of a large and growing brotherhood. Many blessings to you and yours!
Yes, two years ago! I was back at work a week later. Should strengthen your core to help with bladder issues and get involved ion a yoga program! Lol
It’s a blessing to have met you and Debbie a “few” years ago in FBC Sunday School in Midland! And now, some years later, I share your trials and offer you both my prayers, thoughts and love in Christ. I’ve visited with Job as well, while in ICU for 5+ months with Covid. So, my prayers for you have an understanding now that I lacked back in the FBC Midland days. Job helped me out too. My faith is stronger now, and I am awed at our Lord’s faithfulness and miracles!!!
May you sail through this trial with lovely Debbie at your side, and our Lord providing love, comfort and miracles!!! Blessings!!!
Marilynn, you’ve got a great testimony about God’s sufficiency; thank you for sharing it, and for the encouragement it brings. Your faith is amazing! ❤️
Thank you for sharing your story. It will be an encouragement to many. My thoughts & prayers will be with you & Debbie. You know Ray was an important part of Alan’s Extension career. We both loved your parents dearly so therefore we will continue to care about you too. 🙏🥰🐸FROGS…Fully Relying On God’s Strength
Thank you, Sharron. You and Alan were also special to my parents. Thanks so much for your support…it’s a blessing!
Prayers for success in in your treatment. Enjoy reading Fire Ant Gazzette. Tell Debbie hi.
Hi, Don…thanks so much! And thanks for dropping in at the Gazette…I always enjoying hearing from old friends…uh, not that you’re old, except maybe you are because I am and…well…never mind. And Debbie says hi back. 😁
Eric, I’m so sorry for the tough times 2022 has brought to your doorstep. I know without question that you and Debbie both are West Texas strong but so much is too much. Hopefully you new life journey will bring amazing and brilliant things to y’all’s lives! Prayers for you both my friend!
Thank you, Elaine. I’m not sure 2022 has been any tougher on me than on anyone else; everyone is dealing with something, right? But having the support and encouragement of friends, is so important and meaningful. So, again, thanks…and may God’s grace surround you as well.
Ok, you made me laugh while reading the worst news a person can hear about a precious friend. You will be in my prayers. I will be warring for you as if it were my own prostrate. Ok impossible given my gender, but there are folks out there that believe it’s possible for a woman to have one. We used to shake our heads in sorrow for such thinking…enough said.
Our planet has become toxic, but God is not surprised by any of a million reports that come to us as complete mind blowers. Read Isaiah 24 for an advance copy of His knowledge if you’re up for old but pertinent news.
My only commentary is that I hate Satan, he is the author of such suffering, but his demise is eminent and we shall all behold his end. I imagine there will be a great deal of rejoicing when it happens. As you asked I will be praying for Debbie, but I’m so glad you have someone to walk with you through this trying of your faith.
You are most loved, beloved of the Father, and loved and admired by those who know you, even in tiny ways.
Godspeed my brother. Thanks for sharing this very private thing. We are for you. I’d be cheering loudest if cheerleaders were allowed whilst you run this race.
Cerise, you’ve always been an incredible witness for the power and grace of God, and I so much appreciate your expression of encouragement and love! I know of some of the trials you’ve faced yourself, and so I know you speak from experience. Thank you, sister!
Eric, Thank you for sharing what you are dealing with. Mike and I will be keeping you and Debbie in our daily prayers. When Mike went through his colon cancer. we felt like God was pulling us closer to Him because we relied on Him every day. After all those 5 weeks in the hospital, Mike called his experience a “bump in the road”. I learned from watching Mike that “attitude is everything.” Stay positive! Watch old funny cartoons! Laugh as much as you can. Generate those happy endorphins daily. Hug Debbie often because you are like us, and hugs make you smile. You WILL get through this.
Wishing you a speedy recovery, Audrey and Mike
Audrey, that’s a powerful and encouraging testimony to the healing and peace of God’s grace. Thanks so much for sharing it, and for your and Mike’s support!
Eric and Debbie,
I am praying for the best of outcomes on your surgery, peace for Debbie through caregiving, and many more carefree years together for the two of you.
Thank you, dear sister, for the prayers and encouragement! ❤️
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