Three chemo treatments down, seven to go. In the past month my PSA has gone from a high of 54 (way too high) to 22 this week--still high but much improved. My goal is zero or thereabouts.
I still have some hair but it is thinning fast. And I am eating better, walking better, and being more alert more often (don't hold me to that one). I gained three pounds in a month. First time I've actually gained weight in six months. I lost about 50 pounds in those six months--none of it on purpose. I bottomed out at about 132--my 12-year-old weight. Gives new meaning to second childhood.
Just so you don't think I'm living in la la land, I know I still have stage four prostate cancer that has metastasized to all sorts of places in my body, including my lungs, bones, and bladder. I can't run marathons any more, my wife won't let me climb on the roof to clean gutters (hmmmm, maybe not so bad), I need a nap or two every day, I can't stay awake through a movie, and just about no body part works as well as it used to.
I can't see or feel those internal problem areas so when my other outer symptoms/conditions are addressed I feel pretty good. "Good" as in my new definition of Quality of Life. Nothing hurts much, I get around (rather) slowly, I can still write blogs and draw cartoons, and I can spend time with family and friends. In summary, I have a pretty Good Quality of Life!
axman
