I have to say that I am very grateful for everything that has happened to me since March 12, 2007. That was the day, the good Dr. B. called me at 5:30 pm to let me know he had the results back from my prostate biopsy. "You have cancer; blah, blah, blah ... blah". He didn't say the "blah thing", but that was what I heard. My mind really went a little blank and all I could think of ... was how long I had to live.
This "ride" with the monster has been a roller coaster. All my senses have been sharpened. My emotions have bounced around like a pin ball machine; my spiritual journey in life has been elevated and I am getting closer to "the top of the mountain". Finally, I have been able to appreciate the little (and big) gratitude's that come my way. This is one of them.
A while back, just after my operation on April 25, I whined a lot about one of the consequences of the having a prostatectomy ... incontinence. To tell you the truth, I never heard of this word before, therefore I never knew what it meant. It means, that if I am incontinent, I pee my pants! And did you know that there are isles in grocery stores that sell a product to protect against this physical problem? And it is not in the new born section.
The first time I had to buy a package of these "things", I thought every one at Superstore was looking at me. It didn't bother me when I bought my 1 1/2 year old grandson diapers, but it was hard to explain that he was using the XL version of this product, especially when XL referred to waste size 42 -54.
Well those humble days (I think) are behind me. In May, to make the bladder control race a bit more fun, I had challenged my grandson's (Demetrius and Bohdan) on who could master this physical challenge. The winner would have bragging rights for the remainder of 2007. I am 50, Demetrius is almost 2 and Boh is just past 1. It was close; almost a photo finish. I know that Grandma was just starting to get Metro to use the "pottie" before he left for Regina a couple of weeks ago. I know Grandma wasn't helping me and I am pretty sure Grandma didn't take any pictures. I am not sure where Boh is on his bladder control journey, but I will find out later this week.
To make a long story short, I think Gido won the race. This past weekend, I went commando (i.e. diaper free) for the first time since the morning of April 25. What a great feeling to have control back. Thank you Max for taking me on walks every morning and thank you Metro and Boh for being such fierce competitors! It all helped.
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