Wednesday 7 November 2012

Surgery Day

The surgery was fine, in fact it was a bit of a doddle - for me anyway - but then I was out of it for 5 hours.

I came back to the ward and apparently my partner was told by the very terse nurse "it was major surgery, wait", so caring.  But I suppose they have a job to do.


 
 
It's strange I thought it was going to be a pretty simple procedure.  My surgeon had incredibly long fingers (part of my reason for being so relaxed about the whole thing.  I guessed he would be able to reach where he had to get to easy enough) don't know why.  When I first spoke to him, he made it all sound to straight-forward.  Shows how much I know.

Although I know my partner was there. The rest of that day is a bit of a blur.  Good stuff they injected into me.

I woke up Tuesday morning and felt pretty good, no pain at all, must have been the morphine.

I had a quick look and a feel and yes outwardly it was all still there.

At this point I should mention, a long fingered surgeon does not make for a good barber.  Whoever shaved me would not win barber of the year !!

Then there was the tube (catheter).  I say tube, I really mean... well I don't know what I mean but if anyone had told me that something that fat could disappear down the end of my willy - I would never have believed them.

Tuesday 6 November 2012

Surgery day minus 1

Surgery day minus 1 !!!

Two days after my 50th birthday I checked into the Royal Sussex Hospital, as late as possible I might add, about 7pm.  The one nurse on duty did all of preliminaries, rules, regulations etc. and told me to settle in.  They would be round for me at 8am - I was first on the list - SHIT !!!!

The ward was OK, a bit drab my idea of a typical oldish hospital, six empty beds. I was the only one there.  We sat on the bed for a while and then ran out of things to say.  Lets have a wander in the grounds we thought.

Well to cut a long story short, we ended up in the pub!!

A bit of food and 3 pints later I was ready to face what was coming up the following morning.

Why the Blog................

It is now over 5 years since I was first diagnosed with Prostate Cancer at the ripe old age of 49. 

At the time my way dealing with what was happening to me was to write everything down in a book.  My feelings, good, bad, anger, laughter, everything (it didn't occur to me to blog it all).

Now I feel the time is right to for me to share it with the everyone.  Loads has happened and is going to happen to me and if by doing this I can help another person or family who is going through a similar thing, that's cool.

Quick run-down

January 2008 - Diagnosed with Prostate Cancer
July 2008 - Radical Prostatectomy Surgery

This should go from pre-diagnosis to now.  After that I plan on it becoming a bit of a diary/account of my getting a bionic willy!!!

I will attempt to make it logical, although reading back over some of the stuff I wrote in my book it is a bit all over the place.

There will be some pictures, hence the Adult Content setting but overall I hope it a true reflection of me.

Here goes................