This morning, a couple of weeks after a positive and uplifting CT Scan that showed no noticeable spread of my prostate cancer, came a PSA blood test result that totally deflated me. Yep, my PSA is still very low but there’s been yet another doubling time of less than 3 months - 0.044 in April to 0.074 in July to 0.176 in Oct to today’s 0.417. My maths were never that good but doesn’t that work out at almost 10 times more than it was 9 months ago?
After the previous two PSA tests I’d psyched myself up for a bad blood result but it’s still a shock to the system when it happens. It’s played on my mind all day and no amount of brave faces (and I’ve had them all bleedin day) can change how it’s made me feel inside, which is a mixture of gutted, upset and fearful of what’s to come.
You’d think after having so many things done to my body, so many medical “assaults”, that the bloody cancer would relent. It feels like I’m fast running out of treatments and it won’t be long till the PSA, and the friggin cancer, has nothing to stop it. Bugger it.
