My wife and I had to make a dificult decision last week, I just finished eight weeks of radiation therepy for prostrate cancer, eight weeks without a night on the road. Both of us were looking foreward to the last three weeks of July, no Drs appointments, no DGKs to care for, just us and the Bounder. We talked about the trip and came to the realization that I may not be able to drive for four or five hours without stopping to use the bathroom four or five times, and with the speed that the need to stop hits me, I may need to cover the drivers seat in plastic. We cancelled the trip and when we went to get our little backpack tent out for the DGD to use while she "Hikes The Rim" with the Girls Scouts, I really almost cried. I love the Bounder and miss my life in it. When I was told that radiationwas the best choice, I realized the seriousness of my situation and I decided that "downtheroad" has it right, "If we couldn't laugh, we'd all go insane".
That's my defence and new way of life. The staff in radiation were impressed and they told me on my last day that it had been fun treating me.
I'm 73 and the crew of my submarine has a reunion every other year, there is only one of the old guys left, the last of our crew to serve in WWII. It's the pits but I am living it to the fullest. Fall is the time for our longest trip of the year and the Dr's say I should have bladder control back and if not use Depends. Whatever happens I should just go on the trips and enjoy.
