Mart, gentle hugs are coming your way xx
Moan away Mart - that’s why we’re here. I hope you start feeling better soon
Not sure if you’ve looked into it, but you might find low carb/ketogenic diets interesting:
Low-Carbohydrate Diets and Prostate Cancer: How Low Is “Low Enough”? - PMC.
For a few minutes??? I feel sorry for myself for most of the day.
Care to explain?
I haven’t got much to complain about unlike some.It was just a joke.
Ah, OK. Like Mart, I have a number of problems - you just get on with it.
Prostate cancer is a bastard but It is just something you live with and monitor until something has to be done.
One of the trials of us old men, on the bright side something else is likely to kill you.
It’s probably not as bad as I think. I suppose people like Phyllis Tuckwell and other medical services need to know about a person’s end of life wishes before the cancer truly makes its presence known. It was discussing the wishes and arrangements for an hour or so with medical people that got really depressing and lead to the deleted doom and gloom post.
I know the Nephrostomy tube and bag had to be fitted because the tumour is compressing the tube that runs between my solitary kidney and the bladder but I’m in no pain with it. With ‘slowing down’ medication, it might be a good while before anything else happens.
The present trouble is that the Nephrostomy incision has become infected (quite sore and not nice to look at). The District Nurse came and changed the dressing but got in touch with the doctor anyway. Antibiotics and a steroid cream have been prescribed but they won’t be ready until tomorrow. The nurse is coming back tomorrow afternoon …to take the dressing off again to apply the cream I expect. It’s painful when touched, so I’m not looking forward to it.
Sorry to hear that you are at a low Mart, best wishes and an ear for you to have a good moan.
From a bloke who after three heart attacks is never sure that he will wake up the next morning but with no pain, I can only guess what tricks your mind must be playing, but I admire you for your sense of humour and fighting spirit…
Moaning is good…
Oh gawd! The drug I’m taking for the prostate cancer (since 1st of January) has many side effects. One is raising the blood pressure. Mine had gone worryingly high this morning (203 over 102). Got an appointment with the GP tomorrow but Mrs mart thought a call to 111 was also in order. The paramedics came out and I was off to hospital in the ambulance again. Spent hours there. ECGs and all that. The blood pressure dropped enough for me to come home having taken medication for it. The normal daily dose will have to be increased I expect.
I don’t think the paramedics would have taken me in if it wasn’t for all the cancer and kidney problems I have got. Better safe than sorry I suppose.
Good for the paramedics, Mr Mart - right thing to do. Glad you got back home !
@Mart the ambulance crews donot take you unless you need to go so well done Mrs Mart for taking the iniative and phoning. Better safe than sorry and your GP w0ll have all the data form the visit as well.
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It’s surprising how quickly good heath can turn to bad. None of this trouble a couple of years ago at age 78. Life as normal with my one kidney doing the job since the other was removed in 1985. Still riding my manual pedal bike up a hill or two as well. Now this lot. Oh well …I suppose it has to happen sooner or later.
Mrs mart has certainly been very good at organising my life since it all started.
I know the score, Mart - same with my wife - she keeps it all under control with all the meds and hospital visits.
I remember when the hospital was just a landmark for directing fellow engineers to a road or address as in: ‘go down past the hospital, turn right at the roundabout etc…’ Never thought I’d wind up going there myself.
Thinking of you and wishing you all the best, Mart.
Good luck with it all Mart.
Thanks everyone - Things are more settled today but off to keep the doctor appointment this morning even so.
Sorry to hear that Mart, I’m glad Mrs Mart did the right thing and fast, it could have turned nasty very quickly with blood pressure that high. Us blokes tend to be a bit reckless with our health and think we know best. I’m glad you have got it under control. When I was admitted to hospital after my heart attack I was housed in a ward on the 8th floor. It was June and weather was brilliant, but the worse thing was, I could see one of my favourite running courses from the window…I thought, what the hell am I doing in here…