T'was the night before...

... brachytherapy... and all through the house...

Oh forget it.  I couldn't begin to keep that up.  :-)

In a flurry of activity last night I re-read some instructions from one of the doctor's offices and discovered that in the midst of appointment fu (aka, one of the doctors' offices moving appointments) I had missed the instruction to go to the surgical admitting guys at the hospital and get blood taken, an EKG done, and a chest x-ray... and I panicked.  Called that office this morning and they were all 'no big deal... just get them done today" so instead of being at work this afternoon I was over doing those things at the hospital.

Hospitals are amazing things in so many ways. So much paper!  So much repetitive data collected. But hey! They were having a sale! No kidding.  They'd worked out all the financial details with the insurance company already, and If I paid my co-pay early, I got almost a $400 discount!  I went for it. Duh!

Nifty fact:  During the chest x-ray I found out that I have lungs that won't fit on one slide of an x-ray.  The technician was all about it... and kept calling different people in and marveling over it.  He asked if i was a swimmer (I have been... but not for the last few years)... because he's evidently seen some correlation there.  You may wonder, as I have, what a chest x-ray has to do with prostate stuff... and I have no idea.

Anyway, the next big step is tomorrow: the radioactive seeds get implanted and I become Radioactive Man!  Woot!  I realize, looking back on the day, that I've gone through some unexplainable anger, then some feeling sorry for myself, a bit of being fearful about the procedure and my reaction to it (the last one being a typical pre-surgery thing for me) and then (finally) back to where I started, which is that this is just another step along the way.

Most of all I am really thankful for family and friends. The support and love is incredible.