It’s official. My dad has prostate cancer. He went in a few weeks ago (don’t remember if it was just part of his routine annual or what) and had a PSA, which was slightly elevated. His doctor referred him to a specialist who ordered a biopsy. The biopsy came back “negative, but abnormal,” the the specialist ordered a follow-up biopsy. I called tonight to share my own wonderful medical news and recalled that this was the day the results of the follow-up were due.
So, yeah, prostate cancer. The good news is it’s very early (which they know apparently because the first biopsy was negative). Tomorrow my mom and dad go in for a consultation with the specialist to get all the specifics and to discuss treatment options. They’ll call my brother and me tomorrow night and relay everything.
My mom is now concealing my condition from my dad. It’s always nice when you can get your mom worried about her husband and her baby on the same day. And of course her health isn’t the best in the world either.
I was gonna give a quick call out to my brother tonight but now I don’t think I will. Given the way the day has gone, he’s probably battling leprosy or St Vitus’ Dance or some damn thing and I just don’t think I could stand to hear it.