Part 2 - My personal experiences with Prostate Cancer

Right around the time of my biopsy, my youngest daughter was very close to the end of her pregnancy.  On the day that our youngest grandson was born, we were in the hospital visiting my grandson and his proud parents. My cell phone rang. I knew it was my urologist, so I went into the bathroom to take the call. He told me that I had cancer, and I was in shock. I went back in the room with my best brave face, but they all knew the prognosis. My daughter, already very emotional on this special day, began to cry. I felt so awful to be such a downer on this of all days.

The picture of my grandson and me always reminds me of this significant day – July 21^st, 2011. I’m welcoming our fifth grandchild into the world, and a few minutes later I receive my life changing news.

I would remiss to not mention the wonderful support that I have received from my family. My wife of 39 years has been my rock when I’ve been down. My two grown daughters and their husbands have been very positive when I’ve needed a boost. All of my grandchildren were too young when I went through my initial treatments, but I’m confident that my grandchildren will lend additional support in the future. There’s nothing better than family!  And friends are great too!