Every single day when I walk outside after receiving my daily radiation treatment, I lift my eyes toward the heavens and declare aloud: “Praise God, thank you for my cancer; thank you that my cancer is treatable and thank you for giving man the technology to make that treatment happen.”
Am I happy that I have cancer? Of course not! But I am a realist and I realize that as we get older our parts wear out and we become more susceptible to diseases.
Last fall I was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Had my father received that diagnosis when he was the age I am now, it would most likely have been a death sentence for him. Many things have changed drastically in the last 20-30 years.
But as regards prostate cancer, early detection and treatment options have given men in my position a new outlook. In fact, my prognosis is so good that I may experience improvements over the symptoms of the prostate condition I’ve had for over 10 years (BPH, commonly referred to as swollen prostate).
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It was with all this in mind that I felt compelled to share my feelings regarding my experience in the hope that others facing similar challenges might identify with mine and gain new optimism. Perhaps the road I have traveled can serve as a blessing for someone else.