We are midway between oncology appointments so there is nothing to report on that front other than to mention a Radio 4 programme – Inside Out – that a fellow pc-blogger drew to my attention. It discussed the grey areas in the diagnosis and treatment of prostate cancer – it may be over-diagnosed and over-treated or the opposite (and in particular not identified early enough). It’s a bit like spending money on marketing – you know that half the money is wasted but the trouble is that you don’t know which half. The programme also argued for MRI scans before prostate biopsies so that they could be targeted better. Interestingly it mentioned prostatectomies and radiotherapy as treatments but nothing about chemotherapy.
However I can report progress on a different front – I saw a Haematology consultant on Monday. Continue reading “Platelet mysteries”
Last week I had an e-mail which started “Dear Sir and Madam” – gosh, I thought, the writer must have known about me being on hormone therapy. The idea of hormone therapy is that it reduces the testosterone that feeds the cancer. It may have a few side effects such as hot flushes and sweating – when I mentioned that I seemed to be getting these to my consultant I just got a wry “Welcome to our world” look from the women in the room. The good news was that my PSA and platelet levels are roughly the same as the last time, one up slightly, one down slightly but not statistically significant. Continue reading “Testosterone fast and feast is bats”
I have tried to avoid the “What if?” questions but with my subterranean platelets it was perhaps wise to ask ‘what if I was in an RTA or otherwise had to be tended by the emergency services and was incapacitated so unable to warn them of my condition?’. After all bleeding to death is not on my bucket list. Actually nothing has got on to my bucket list although I did have a mental list of things I was going to do when I retired. Can’t remember everything that was on it but we did get round to tidying out the garage a couple of months ago. It was looking good until a load of toys and urns got exiled there. Continue reading “What if . . . .?”