So no post yesterday, I had an appointment with the oncologist on Monday, my PSA is up 0.3 so now only 1.6 after 5 months of hormone treatment. The annoying thing about this is that the appointment was to gauge how the new meds the pharmacist gave me were working, but due to delay after delay, cancellation after cancellation to see the pharmacist the bloods for this appointment were taken before id even taken one single tablet so I've now got to wait 3 months to see how they new meds are working. I've got a pharmacist appointment on Friday and hope that he'll be taking blood and I can get a copy of the results when he sends them to the oncologist. Next step, if that what it is is to wait to see the oncologist in 3 months then at that appointment he'll book my radiotherapy.
After that I was tired, not due to doing anything, I think it's more to do with the waiting for these appointments and the stress of not knowing what's going to happen so I had a slow afternoon and a very early night. Today though I had what I'd class as a win. I managed to pick up a metal detector for free from a relative a couple of weeks ago and with it being half term I grabbed my daughter, her partner and my two granddaughters and we headed to Ramsgate beach (but of a give away where I live) to my surprise the kids absolutely loved it and I probably got more exercise than I've had in the last month. I had to sneak off for a couple of minutes as we weren't finding anything so I buried a pound that I suddenly stumbled upon when the grandkids caught up with me again. The look in their eyes was fantastic when they found "Treasure" on their beach. Also more than a few rusty tent pegs, old nails and some lava rock.
The kids took the £1 they'd found straight up to nanny's cafe after that to spend it on drinks and ice cream, I was suddenly left wishing it all only cost £1 lol. Think they are keen to go off to Broadstairs beach Thursday for more of the same and if I have to keep burying the odd few pound in the sand to see their eyes light up like that it's well worth it and it's always worth spending time with those two little terrors.
I've been looking at trikes again, wondering whether to start saving to get a cheap one, whether to be cheeky and start a go fund me although no idea how they work. A little bit of my history I ran a shop in Ramsgate for over 20 years, I started on market stalls then moved in to a shop when I decided I'd had enough of sleeping in my van for 3-4 days a week travelling round the South East and getting cold and wet in the winter. I ended up with the biggest beach and souvenir shop in Ramsgate, a year after COVID I went bankrupt, the footfall lost in the towns, the loss of the foreign students we used to have and every day foot fall was too much to maintain the shop. I was extremely bitter with the government for a while about their handling of COVID and the aftermath for quite a while, then I got diagnosed with PC and realized if I'd still of had the shop I would never of bothered to go to the docs for the PSA, I was working 7 days a week, no time for family or health, I missed my children growing up, now I'm not going to miss a minute with my granddaughters. It may sound strange living with incurable PC but I feel I've got everything I need, although I still get the burning sensation for a trike (health stopped me riding bikes). The tax man took my last trike and since then it's been like I've lost a leg, I don't know how many bikers will read this, I feel anyone who isn't a biker won't understand but the freedom of riding is like nothing else, the ability to be that free yet alone in your head is the best feeling. No one in the seat next to you speaking, you cannot hear your phone so no need to pull over and take a call, sun, rain, hail or wind every day I road, the only time I could ever clear my head, just jumping on the trike nowhere to go but 5 hours later I'd pull back up at home. The wife would ask me where I'd been, "no idea" was all I could say to her. I'd leave for work an hour early to do a 5 minute ride because I'd go the long way, it took me two hours to ride home, maybe longer if I'd had a bad day.
I guess what I'm saying, after today I'm happy, I'll take that, happy is where I want to be, I think everyone should just be contented and happy the world would be a better place. I hope I get another trike before things get too bad, I like to look at what's out there but I'm happy looking, if it don't happen then it don't happen, I'm happy that's enough.
Stay strong folks and just be happy.
