That sinking feeling...
A recent "poke and peek" (bladder cancer jargon for a flexible cystoscopy) revealed some inflamed patches on the bladder lining and lo and behold, it's carcinoma in situ time.
Now before you start planning my funeral, get this. The bad news about bladder cancer is that it recurs 80 percent of the time, many times. The good news is that it can be treated repeatedly for a long, long time, and if all else fails the bladder can be removed and I would then go wee-wees into a little "ostomy" bag.
Despite that knowledge over the last 24 hours since I received the news I've been feeling a bit down. However my sense of humour was revived today when I received this wonderful gag...
An elderly couple were discussing this and that, when the husband said, “whatever happened to our sexual relations?”
“Do you know,” replied his wife, “I don't even think we got a Christmas card from them this year.”
By the way if you suffer from bladder cancer, there is a wonderful website which has helped me enormously - the Bladder Cancer Web Cafe. Click here for more information.
Now ... I must get myself ready for the (minor) surgery and then 6 weeks of BCG immunotherapy which I'm told beats the pants off intravesical chemo for problems like mine, but does have some relatively mild side effects.
Yours anticipating a continuing, burning need to go-go...