Strange old morning - I've done a bit of work on the bathroom and just faffed about, I've printed off the scripts for the weekend jaunt to Scotland and packed the props and suddenly I feel like I've dropped off a cliff and just feel awful for no apparent reason at all.
It is a pretty strange feeling I have to say but there you go, it comes and goes like this a lot these days. I feel a little sick in the pit of my stomach a little tight across the chest and have a dry throat and it's all in my mind it is just so debilitating - I have absolutely no interest in doing anything even though I have things to do. This will pass a little later on I'm certain. I was doing quite well up to now.
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Yesterday...
So now it's my turn, I'm called from the waiting room "MR MACHACEK, THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW" As I enter the examining room to be prepped I notice this young new female assistant straight from college, oh about 22 or 23 years old, a blonde shy looking pretty girl.
My thoughts are, "oh no, not this again! (referring to the time another new young gal was picked to prep me) But as I entered the room there stood Mrs Robowski, a lady in her 60's, large bone, a bit over weight, 50's hair style dyed red. She greets me with "you know the drill Mr Machacek" I shook my head as to say "yes I do" realizing how much I hated this procedure!
I then removed my jeans and underwear leaving my socks and sweat shirt on and climbed atop the examining table. At that point she handed me a paper sheet with a hole cut out in the middle that would expose my thingy. Next Mrs Robowski attired with plastic gloves lifts my thingy with her left hand and starts to spray a cold brownlike iodine scented solution with her right hand (oh, its so very cold!)
I'm straining every muscle from my hips down while trying to fight the feeling of blowing snow on my boys, finally she finishes and proceeds to the last step of preparation. Mrs Robowski then opens a medical drawer and pulls out a large plastic syringe (about the size of a banana) she then fills it with a gooey, clear numbing gel and inserts it in my thingy, Ouch! Then a plastic clamp atop, to stop it from oozing out!
Dr Roach then enters the room, "Hello Michael, how are you doing?" I lay starring up at him, my thingy exposed with a clothes pin looking clamp attached, excess gel covering my boys, brown disinfectant all over my upper thighs and thingy, an iodine aroma penetrating the air and reply "Couldn't be any better, how about those Packers?" (he is a packer fan, can't take the chance of pissing him off by talking about my bears in this position!)
He then says "Are you ready"? I reluctantly say "Yes Doctor Roach" he dresses his hands with surgical gloves, removes the clamp, He then utters the warning alert, "Going In!" He picks up my thingy with his left hand and inserts a long 22" cigar size tube into my thingy and pushes it toward my bladder (entry begins, seems like about 10 feet! but actually about 12 to 15 inches or so) at the end of this tube is a light and camera.
After about 5 or 6 minutes (seems like hours) his periscope looking devise is ready for departure and he says, "take a deep breath" and not fast enough for me, removes the scud like missile (feels like one anyway) And then comes the most beautiful sounding words I have been looking forward to hearing, "Michael, you have a very boring looking bladder" and smiles! You see, this visit makes me cancer free for more then 2 1/2 years as of yesterday! After being diagnosed with stag 4 bladder cancer and told I have 3 to 6 months, a boring bladder is the very best Thanks Giving Gift I could receive!
Happy Thanks Giving to all who receive this email, for you are the ones who have supported Carol and I thru this unreal journey, this heart filled note go's only to you! I joked about the procedure adding in some humor but it was as real as it read! May God Bless you and keep you as healthy as I am now!
I pray to our Lord that you have a spouse as mine, a family as mine, and friends as mine, have a great holiday season....
J Michael Machacek
Thank you! A comment I am happy to have on this site - great news, Happy Thanksgiving and thank you for adding to the general knowledge.
Keep well now - I have another 5 years of these until I might get the remission word :-)
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