Within Easy Reach
A first talk with my cousin about the prostate. I'm going to have more of these, I can tell. Life under the bell shaped curve. Sucks. But then again, it is life, part of life, and you'd best get used to it (sir), cause there's not an alternative. Saying this and writing this gives me no confidence whatsoever. I wasn't going to write about this all that much, was I?
It will take more than a couple of weeks to recuperate. They cut you open from top to bottom and then they sew you up. They will know what's what when they're finished. My statistics and numbers indicate small tumors of a not so agressive type, which is good. Survival rates for these are high. Which is good. But there will always be the question in my mind, did one of the little buggers get out? What will the next annual set or every six months set of tests tell? I would turn to alchohol, except I've just read Secra's latest and figure not, although I have the second drink of the evening, sitting here, pale yellow, whiskey and water, within easy reach.