My PSA count is up, Again, That means the radiation treatments didn’t catch all of the cancer, and that it’s still present somewhere in my body. The task now is to find out exactly where. So I’ll soon start another round of tests at Princess Margaret Hospital in Toronto. This will be pretty advanced stuff, as I’ve volunteered to be part of a new clinical trial involving MRI-based target biopsies. (It gets rather technical, so I won’t go into the details.)
This news is a major drag. I had hoped that, five years after my initial diagnosis, I was done with tests and uncertainty and worry. When you get to my age (62), you’re very aware of your mortality anyway. You really don’t need the specter of cancer looming large to make you think about it even more.