Well. All hell has broken loose in last couple weeks. Achilles has been SLOWLY coming along. Frustrating as hell. I keep waking up every morning hoping Iβll be walking 100%normal with zero discomfort. But NO. Iβm working my ass off in physical therapy but mostly on my own. They werenβt kidding when they said this would be a long slow process. I still have hopes I can start to jog slowly within next two week somehow.
Whatβs derailed my spirits is a diagnosis of Prostate cancer. In January I began have issues with my bladder. Chronic urinating and never seeming like I can fully empty my bladder. I avoided telling my oncologist these symptoms as I knew this was gonna open up a new can of worms. Well in some recent blood work he saw something. Ordered some more testing (psa levels, more blood tests, blah blah blah) . Saw him today to confirm, and he felt a good size lump on one side of prostate. Combined with my extremely elevated psa levels and we now have a problem. Tomorrow Iβll schedule a biopsy and ultrasound and then weβll sit down with a plan of action. As brave as I can pretend to be at times, Iβm not sure I wanna fight this battle. Iβm absolutely drained physically and have lost so many years dealing with this shit I feel like Iβm done fighting and just wanna enjoy my time left with my lady and Lola, and train for one more marathon injury & health permitting. I wanna go out on my terms.