No Mud Hole For Me

Hello Family and Friends:

I hope this blog finds all of you in good health and spirits.
We had our every other year family reunion at my house this past father's day weekend. It was the first time we have been together since mama died three years ago. We had the greatest time. Good food, good conversations, good stories and good bonding. I really appreciated having them at our house.


Health wise, I am doing good. I don't have any symptoms of prostate cancer. But the amount of psa in my blood continues to rise. I go to the clinic every three months for blood test, an examination and consultation. Every six months I get an MRI of my bones and tissue to see if the cancer has become attached. So far it hasn't and for now examinations and a watchful eye is the plan. There is no treatment until the cancer becomes attached.

I continue to be positive and not "wallow" in what will come or may not come. The only time I get a depressed is when I am at the clinic. At the clinic it is obvious that people who are there are sick. It's a hospital, and hospitals are for sick people. Then I am okay for three months, or my next appointment. I have two choices. Wallow in my mud hole and get on with dying, or stay out of the mud hole and get on with living. Three years ago the mud hole was drained.

I know that eventually cancer will have to be dealt with and it will when that time comes. But in the meantime no mud hole for me.

Life is good!