Monday morning, February 25. Today was going one of the most significant days of my life. I got into my car and looked at the clock. Green digital clock indicated 9:20 A.M. Plenty of time to get to the hospital for my 10:30 A.M. appointment to get the results of all my tests. I set off on a journey I'd become all too familiar with.
I really hadn't been giving the appointment much thought. I lived in the now and tried to keep busy with positive distractions. Driving there, I had a whatever happens, happens attitude. No matter the outcome of my test results, I knew I could handle it. If it be the worst result, I'd take it in stride and see what course of action was needed. And a best result would give me the urge to sing, dance, drive down to the Houses of Parliament, rush in and say "Hey Prime Minister David Cameron, have a look at my butt."
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, so I'm driving along and each intersection that has a traffic light is green, all the way to the hospital. Can't ever remember that happening to me. Maybe the green lights are a sign A precursor message to what the results of the tests would reveal. At 9:47 A.M, I park up near the hospital. Wow, that was quick and no, I wasn't speeding. Thank you, green lights.
Plenty of time to check into the Main Building at the hospital that does remind me of a departures terminal of an airport. I get my ticket that has the directions to get to the clinic where I will see the urologist. I sit there, stare at the screen, waiting for my flight number, sorry, my appointment number to show up on the screen.
Finally on the screen, along with a recorded announcement, came my turn. "Patient 1680, please go to Subwait 3." The urologist came to the waiting area and summoned me into his office. "And how are you today, sir?" I inquired. After exchanging a few pleasantries, we went over the test results. I sat there wearing my usual silly grin. Remember Gary, whatever happens, happens, I thought to myself.
He stared at the computer screen. I stared at the computer screen. MRI prostate scan, all clear. Ultrasound prostate scan, all clear (no, not pregnant for certain). Prostate biopsy, all clear. No "hostile cells". Just a bit of irregular gland swelling in the prostate area that was a bit of a mystery but not a concern.
Thus, from all the tests, I have a provisional diagnosis of bladder over-activity. I have been given a subscription for some pills that hopefully will counteract a urinary urgency. I was told that I should take them at a time that best fitted with my schedule. Evidently you can variate the times. And in reference to the times, he said "You can play with them a little bit." To which I responded, "Are we still talking about the pills?"
Um, moving on, I was told that an ongoing blood test would be needed every three months or so. This is to check my "PSA" (Prostate-Specific Antigen) to monitor any disparities that can cause concern. And oh no, I was told to reduce my coffee intake. What? I like having my eyebrows stuck to the top of my forehead.
Seriously, you know you should get checked on a regular basis to make sure your health is okay. We can all too easily put off that appointment with the doctor because we are embarrassed, worry about our dignity. Yet, at what cost? I knew I couldn't put it off any longer and the challenge I have gone through has, I hope, I pray, brought inspiration to those who have been neglecting to have their health checked out.
Heading home, I got red lights all the way. Did I care? Heck no. I got green lights on the way to the hospital and green lights from my tests. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey of the fears I challenged. The biggest fear was going out and I did it. Oh yes I did.