It was Wednesday afternoon when I finally got back from MSK, where I spent the morning and early afternoon either in a diagnostic machine or just walking around the East Side enjoying the weather and wondering if I could eat anything. The three tests I had Wednesday were tests I had had before, initially simply to prepare for my January 2019 prostatectomy. I also had them again when my PSA reappeared, suggesting that there were still some leftover prostate cells somewhere in my body.
In short, I've agreed to start with two standard therapies for recurrent prostate cancer – eight weeks of pelvic radiation (five times a week) – and six months of hormonal therapy (i.e., testosterone suppression). Several more tests are scheduled, so the start date will likely be early May.
This evening I started getting ready for several days of Covid-19 vaccine symptoms from today's second vaccination. If I'm going to be under the weather for a day or two, I'll alternate between reading articles and finishing the excellent Netflix series, Fauda.
Almost noon and I had only just started my 750 Words exercise. That actually made me feel a bit guilty as I had gotten so used to doing this exercise before even getting out of bed. At least, while writing, I hadn't dressed for the day yet. ;–)
So why would I prefer to skip this exercise today? In large part, it probably was just a result of yesterday's engagements. Also, though, I would just prefer to read the newspaper (online, only – we don't get deliveries anymore) while sipping my espresso.