Quality of Life ~ difficult to define and, at the very
least, an elusive phrase. It comes to mind when diagnosed with a terminal
disease. It is often used when someone is near the end of the journey.
The current go-to treatment is periodic Lupron injections.
It is no day at the beach. These links
will give you an indication of what it’s like.
My oncologist is fond of saying that men diagnosed with
prostrate cancer tend to die of something else. I think he may not have had an
anti-androgen experience. I am not quite sure what he means. Do we all get hit
by buses while experiencing a crying jag? My guess is some of the side effects
get to my brethren.
Very ironic that it is the suppression of androgen and
testosterone which leads me to the end of the road. It can be said that hormones have
been at the heart of the motivating factors in my life’s journey. I was aware
of my homosexual feelings at the tender age of 4. Thank you, Guy Madison: http://www.guymadison.com/images/396_DarkGuy202.jpg
My unfortunate incarceration in the arms of Holy
Mother Church was
a hormonal suppression which didn’t work because the Franciscan Order was not
in the habit of dosing Lupron to the brothers. It was combined with the post-adolescent
desperation for love which finally ended at the age of 55 or so.
I celebrated my senior prom in 2010 at The Stonewall Inn on Christopher
Street when I turned 62. It is now After the Prom
when I am safely ensconced in Philadelphia
where I was born.
Living with incurable prostate cancer hasn’t suppressed the
incurable teenager within me--Sometimes not so within. I can now look back on
the hormonal adventures which I experienced in many places on two continents.
If somewhat lacking in quality, it was a very quantitative life. There are still a couple of things I want to
do~ Now! On to the quality …
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