This is not the journal I anticipated writing but I must because I need to record everything that happens from now on.
David has had a diagnosis of prostate cancer. There, I've written it so it's true. Hopefully it's been identified in its' very early stages but the truth is that until we see the oncologist, we won't really know.
The biopsy results show that one half of the prostate is normal, that is of six samples, none showed any cancer cells but the in the other half, four out of six samples had cancer, a Gleason of 3+3, which taken together with his last PSA gives him a T1 diagnosis. This means it's borderline and that there is a chance that if we were to do nothing, nothing may happen, but it's a risk.
In any case the prostate is very enlarged at 190ml so something will have to be done to prevent any bladder problems in the future. The consultant thinks the bleeding he has had on occasion, the investigation of which has brought us to this, is a symptom of his large vascular prostate.
We are waiting for our first appointment with the oncologist, when we will be given options, none are particularly pleasant and I am so scared. Living in limbo is horrible and I am finding it hard to concentrate on anything. This is a journey I did not expect but I need to write it as it happens because one day I will look back and say "we beat it" .
