Dealing With The Hand Dealt
Prostate cancer is a guy disease.  A man can feel muy macho compared to the survivors of other, wussy, cancers.* Sometimes, hanging out around BorgHealth, all the men in the waiting room get together and compare treatment side effects, discuss whose catheter was bigger and compare the latest in radioactive organs jokes.Â
 OK, not true. But we have the best fundraisers. Sponsor laps from gen-u-ine NASCAR drivers. As though I could ever do long drives again with the bionic bladder of a 90-year-old.Â
And I continue to think my treatment choice was a good decision, both by the science and the fact that I’m still here.
*Really, there are no wussy cancers. They’re all effective and deadly killers, like really cool ninja.  I support the groups and research I support because of their personal impacts on my life, either directly or through friends and family, and that’s all I can ask of others.



I’m happy with the long term results as well!
I echo that sentiment.
And I understand re: miniscule bladder. Unfortunately, I’m notorious for being the one that has to pee the most on a road trip.