Down That Road Again …….

As I mentioned the last time, I underwent a Prostate Biopsy on January 2nd. Well, I had to wait a couple of weeks to get the results. I wasn't too optimistic.
I went back to my Urologist on Monday the 13th at 11:30 to get them.

Kinda what I expected. The Cancer we've been watching for the last few years has finally gotten bigger. We talked about what to do about it and decided on Radiation Treatments. Before I can do that, I have to take some pills and then come back for a Hormone Shot in 2 weeks.
While I dealt with that, I went back to my usual routine and tried to forget about it,
Wednesday the 15th, I had an 8:30 appointment with my Oncologist.

He checked me out and was happy with the results but he asked me to get a CT Scan because he still had some concerns about my lungs. I had it done on Monday the 20th. He called me Tuesday the 21st. There's some "spots" there but it's probably from aspiration. I can't worry about that now.
I went back to my Urologist on Monday the 27th for the Hormone shot I was given it in my rear which is the first time that's happened since I was a baby. Then I made the appointment with the Oncology Radiologist, the same guy I've been to twice before.
I drove up on Wednesday the 29th for my 9:00 appointment. It had rained the night before but it was sunny now. On the way, I saw this woman out for her morning walk.

The Doc and I discussed what we'd do - including the "Think Five" process but he explained that it was very intense with higher doses and a higher degree of danger. We agreed on a daily radiation treatment, 10 minutes a day for 45 days. I didn't really have a choice.
I went back the next day, the 30th, for the prep work. They laid me out on the table and poked, prodded, marked, and tattooed me. Uncomfortable and annoying but they said they won't have to do it again.
Before we could start the treatments, they wanted x-rays so I went back on Wednesday the 4th at 1:30. I don't like afternoon appointments but I had no choice.
On the way home I stopped at Shoprite to pick up a few things. I got what I wanted and went back to my car. It had started to rain. When I got in and turned her on this happened.

He flashed his lights on and off for a couple of minutes and then the passenger side door opened and a big guy got out.
Wells.
He walked over to me and I lowered my window.
"Hey, Wells, What's up?"
"Mr. Jones would like to speak to you."
"How nice. Tell him to call me. I'm sure he has my number."
Wells lowered his head for a minute then looked up with a scowl on his face.
"" He wants to see you now, Mr. O'Neill and he's in the car I just got out of."
"But it's raining out there."
"I have an umbrella for you."
"If you have an umbrella why aren't you using it?"
"I don't mind the rain, Mr. O'Neill. Are you going to come with me now or do I have to "insist"? "
I got out of my car and Wells held the umbrella over me. We walked to the van. Jones lowered his window.
"Hello. Mr. O'Neill. I just wanted to let you know that I'm aware of your current health situation and that I've kept a close eye on it. You're prognosis looks good. Be that as it may, I do expect you to do your job. Take care now."
He rolled up the window, Wells gave me the umbrella, got in the van, and they drove away.
I started my treatments at 8 AM on Thursday The 3rd. It took a bit longer then I thought because they had to position me on the table. Still, I was out in less then 20 minutes.
I walked back to my car in the rain. When I got in, my phone chimed. I had a text message from an unknown number. I won't answer an unknown phone call but a text piqued my interest. I looked at it.
It was from Doyle.
"Just so you know, I'm still keeping tabs on you. Hang in there, Denny."
Good to know.
I went for my 8th treatment this morning with 37 left. Here I go ….
Down that road again.