I finally got tired of being tired and decided this was the year I was going to get myself in shape. I need to lose weight for Philmont next year, anyway. So I got a referral to an ENT to look into sleep apnea, sinuses, yada yada yada. I've been holding off on scheduling the surgery, though, for another reason.
For at the same time I finally went to an ENT, I was also consulting with a urologist. I had a PSA test spike last summer, which prompted a visit. The next PSA was back down to normal, but the urologist recommended (at some point) a prostate biopsy. He wasn't in a hurry about it, so I waited until all the summer's craziness was in the bag, then scheduled another visit and made the appointment.
Getting a prostate biopsy doesn't exactly hurt, but it isn't exactly comfortable, either. And afterwards, you feel like you've been given a boot to the rear. Even without pain, you're weak and worn* -- after all, your body has been "insulted," to use some specialist lingo. Well, I've been waiting for my next appointment, and went today for the results of the biopsy.
The good news is, there is no evidence of cancer anywhere. If nothing else changes, the urologist doesn't need to see me for a year. Yay! On the other hand, 6 of the 12 specimens extracted showed signs of inflammation. So, I've got some sort of infection in my nether regions. He's put me on a month-long course of powerful antibiotics to try to clear it up.
All of this means that I can quit worrying about that end of my body and concentrate on getting the other end fixed. After the surgery, we'll see if I still need a sleep apnea study. But I am determined that 2010 is the year I get my body in shape and lead a crew back to the mountains. Excelsior!
*Although I felt well enough a week after the biopsy to take a 20-mile hike with some Scouts. collinsmom thought I was crazy. But then, she always thinks that; maybe I am.