Warning! Longer than usual!
Wow, so much going on with y'all.
Thanks for the Black water Martin.
The good news is that the MRI didn't show any spread.
Steve, is your team considering removal or radiation, etc? When I had my prostate removed, I chose removal over the other 2 options i was presented... but guess what? There was a fourth option i was not told about, simply because this urology center did not have the equipment to perform the procedure!
Having learned of this after the fact (dammit! My bad. "Oops."), it was likely the choice i would have made. Robotic removal was easy, no more exams, all gone... but the resulting details I will now live with are disappointing, at best. So do your due diligence, is all I'll say. I could have done better.
As I said earlier this week, at least now I don't have to worry that I'll die young.
Two more quick things...
Two nights ago as I left work, I somehow neglected to zip my jacket chest pocket holding my phone. Y'all know where this is going.
A few minutes later, I felt something hit my right thigh. Weird! What was that? Did I leave my gloves on the tank while I put Kaiser in the trailer?
No, my gloves are on my hands.
A moment later, the radio broadcast I was listening to, quit in my Sena helmet headset (connects to my phone over Bluetooth).
Oh no! That was my PHONE that hit my leg, falling out of my pocket!
As I turned off the main road, into neighborhoods I've never been in, I circled back around to get back to my going- home route. All the hassle and expense of buying and configuring and reloading a new phone was freaking me out.
Fortunately, although it was dark, the GSA has low-mount auxiliary lights that actually light up the sides of the road, and I retraced my route in the darkness, standing on the footpegs in first gear with my hazards flashing. Also lucky at 7pm, there was almost no traffic going my direction.
First pass, nada, I saw nothing. Knowing it had hit my right leg, I wasn't concerned it fell into the middle of the road on my left.
I went back a couple of blocks, and realized I wasn't exactly sure where I was when it fell out.
So I went around a second time, a little slower, and rode a little further on my route before turning down a residential street, circling back to the left to look again.
Nothing.
Now I'm really worried.
This time, I turned into another neighborhood but came back in the opposite direction, just in case it had bounced into the oncoming lane.
Nope.
This is bad. I really, really don't wanna buy a new phone and go through all that again!
Once more, I turned and repeated the slow down and look, going back the same way that I had lost the phone.
SUCCESS! Unbelievable!
I saw the Otterbox holster that clips to my belt, in a yard on my right. I didn't have a place to pull over off the road, so I went a little further, and saw the phone itself in an easy half- circle driveway, whee I could pull out of my lane and safely get off the bike.
After I'd retrieved the holster, I walked back to the phone and found nothing broken.
WHEW! Dodged that bullet!
Thank goodness I always use protection! For my phones, I mean. The Otterbox Defender is their most expensive phone case, but it saved my phone again. Yay!
Well, look at the time.
And look at all the words!
Story #2 will wait until tomorrow.
Almost Friday.
We can do this!