A Very Chill Prostate

Yesterday, I was reflecting on the blessings of my family and friends. Of living in America. Of so many things for which I am thankful. One of which is having a chill prostate.

It’s surreal to think that this time a year ago, I had only known about my prostate cancer for just over a week. Discussions were being held and scheduled. Treatments had not begun.

But I was at peace. The Holy Spirit was comforting me and I knew through prayer that God had this. Just as He has always provided for my family. Just as He has always steered my journey. This was not a surprise to Him and He had a reason for it.

For me, if one person came to know Jesus through this experience - even my death - it is worth it. If one person’s faith was increased because of my journey, it is worth it.

In August, I have one final hormone shot. Treatment will be complete. As I asked and this seems to be accurate, the hormone therapy was to starve the cancer, the radiation beam therapy was to kill the cancer and the brachytherapy was the knock out punch to prevent its return. One year seems to be the “sweet spot” for hormone therapy. After August, my PSA will be monitored for the rest of my life.

I am blessed. I am grateful.

Part of this journey revealed how much prostate cancer exists around me. My family, friends, colleagues…so many men. It’s slow growing. A digital exam isn’t enough to determine if you have it. Get a PSA test in your blood panel. Depending on those numbers, you might need a biopsy.

Prostate cancer won’t kill you. But if caught too late and it’s spread to other areas, that’s where the danger comes in.

Not all men wish to discuss their health journeys and I respect that. However, I’m an open book. Talking to someone who has “been there, done that” is more comforting than going through it alone. Although, I was never alone. Jesus was and is at my side.

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