Day 294, Victories and Panic

First a large bit of good news.  I've been doing very well and have had a series of victories in the form of returning to work, taking part occasionally in a local weekly 5K series, and generally living what feels like a normal life.  In recent weeks, advanced cancer has been little more than a nuisance and a good reason not to neglect my exercise and rest.

From all I've read online, life with cancer isn't supposed to be this way.  Many people report that it took them a full year to recover from the effects of chemotherapy.  Anti-androgen therapy for prostate cancer leaves many men severely fatigued and with muscle wastage, various aches and pains, and osteoporosis.  I do experience some of those effects, but..

...my running performances have shown that once the adrenaline and endorphins get flowing, all those symptoms fade into the background.  I'm running better now than I did at any time in 2018, and I'm starting eclipse running performances going back five years.  My 5Ks are not leisurely jogs where I'm just happy to be alive and finishing.  I'm going as hard as I can with my lungs burning, my legs aching, my heart trying to jump out of my chest, and yet I still have something left for a spirited sprint to the finish, especially if there's another runner ahead I can pass at the finish.

In my last outing I finished 98 out of 202 runners overall.  Let me clarify that this was at a weekly race series in Massachusetts.  Being the home of the Boston Marathon, Massachusetts is a very competitive area to be running in.  Many local runners use small local races like this as a way to work some speed work into their marathon training.  I just finished midpack in a field of serious local runners, and I'm going to go out on a limb and guess most haven't had any surgery, radiation, chemotherapy, or androgen suppression therapy in the past year, let alone all four.

Yes I'm damn cocky and bragging all I can about it.  In an online cancer forum some have even described me as hyper-optimistic.  I'm slowly and intentionally trying to change this bluster and bragging into a message that a serious cancer diagnosis does not necessarily mean life as you knew it is over.  There will be necessary changes, but it is possible that treatment will work and you can do many of the same things you used to do.  I am a living example of cancer treatment success.  Except...

... there is that matter of my "bonus cancer".  While my very life is most threatened by metastasized prostate cancer, and it's deservedly been the focus of much of my treatments and writings, it is also true that I was also diagnosed with bladder cancer.  Bladder cancer was the reason I had surgery which led to a week of hell with a catheter and urinary retention.

Later today I'll be going to the urologist for my nine month follow-up check to see if the bladder cancer has come back, and frankly, I'm in a total panic.  Now that my prostate cancer is under control, it's like I woke up this week and realized "oh shit! I have bladder cancer!"  The bladder cancer is not any immediate and direct threat to my life, but a recurrence could certainly derail the happy train I've been riding for the past several months.

So I finally did some long overdue research into bladder cancer, and found that there is a roughly 50% chance it will come back within 5 years, and as is usually the case with cancers, many of those recurrences happen within the first year.  The interesting thing is that if it does come back, then it's very likely to come back again, and again, and again, just like what happened with my dad.  It turns out he wasn't quite the statistical outlier we thought he was.

I'm trying my best to focus on the more likely possibility that I'll get a clean report, and that in turn will mean an increased likelihood that it will never come back.  Interestingly, there is reason to believe that the systemic treatments for the prostate cancer may also keep the bladder cancer away, but of course there's never been any clinical study of the sort.  For better or worse, medical science likes to focus on individual cancers.

Yet it's so very hard not to think of what a recurrence would mean:  Another surgery.  Another insult to my body that it has to recover from.  Possibly another week with a catheter.  A very increased chance that this will become a routine problem happening every 6-12 months.  While prostate cancer threatens my life, the bladder cancer threatens my lifestyle, and that is actually the scarier prospect.  It would take the narrative I've been building and rip that to shreds.

Today is not just another day.  In a little over 6 hours I'll know if my bladder is clear and I can go back to the mostly normal life I've fought so hard to reclaim.  It's analogous to waiting to find out if you've been accepted to that elite college, or whether you'll get an offer for that dream job you just interviewed for.  It's a day that will have profound implications for my life going forward, and as a cancer patient these days happen several times a year.

A relevant observation: If I was truly living each day as if it might be my last, I wouldn't be going to the doctor.  Seeking medical treatment, and in particular going to appointments where the whole purpose of the visit is to go looking for problems, implies an assumption that there will be a number of tomorrows.  The fact that I'm suddenly so worried about bladder cancer recurrence, whereas the previous checks were mostly footnotes, actually means that prostate cancer treatment is going very well.

Two odd thoughts in closing:  I could have waited to post this until after I knew the answer, but from a story telling standpoint the drama of not knowing feels far more interesting.  Also, I really have to synchronize my urology and oncology appointments so that my routine checks are close together in a sort of "finals week".  It's more efficient to panic about two things at the same time.