I celebrate each victory no matter how small in my battle to regain control after my prostate cancer surgery. There has been small steps and there have been some setbacks too. I am supposed to do these squeezing exercises to strengthen the muscles that control the bladder release and I had been doing them faithfully until one night they seemed painful. The next morning I passed a small amount of blood. I held off on the exercises for a while and have resumed them but not so vigorously.
Friday was my best day making it to the toilet 5 out of six try's without any leakage but yesterday was a disaster. I felt like I have regressed back to the day when the bag was first removed. Every little move, no matter how slight, created a sprinkle.
Things are starting out a little better this morning , I crawled out of bed at 1:30 because I couldn't get comfortable. Having to crawl in and out of bed every hour and a half is hard on my back and after the second or third time it gets sore and I can't get comfortable. I usually just get out of bed, play a game or two on the computer, check my face book page, and read the news until time to fix breakfast, then read some commentary before taking a nap until my wife gets up around seven.
But this morning I can't have breakfast as I have a doctor's appointment and I have to fast. My appointment isn't until 10:30 and that is almost my lunch time. I'm okay for now with a glucose reading of 100.
I'm at that age when one thing gets better another goes wrong and some things will never get better
but I'm not old enough to accept defeat. I'll keep doing what I can as long as I can.
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