Monday’s PSA blood screen was (< .01). That’s as good as it gets. All signs continue to suggest that I am free of prostate cancer. Today, my MD extended my next test date from 3 months to 6 months.
I can make a case that running saved my life.
Backstory. I’m a doctor’s son and several of my childhood friends became doctors. Consequently, I have a decent, if general, idea of what western medicine knows for certain and how much of it is playing the odds. Perhaps that is why I have disdained regular medical checkups, ignored general medical advice and, for decades did not have a primary care physician.
I would have continued along that path but for beginning endurance training three years ago. Being 59 at that time, I grudgingly agreed to annual checkups to make sure I wasn’t in danger of stroking out during a long run or speed interval. My prostate cancer first showed up during my third annual checkup last July in the form of an elevated PSA score. I had no other symptoms and absolutely no idea I had cancer.
But for running I wouldn’t have had PSA screens. But for the screens I wouldn’t have discovered the cancer when I did. But for discovering it when I did, things might have been much more problematic. Indeed, the post-surgery prostate examination showed that one of the tumors was with 1mm of breaking through the prostate which would have been a very bad situation.
So, I say thanks to my guardian angel/spirit guide/all knowing ancestor/fickle finger of fate/kismet and whatever else that told me to start running three years ago. I owe you. Also, my deepest thanks to all here who have wished me well, publicly or silently. You made a difference.
Finally, I ran 10 x 400M at 7:30-ish/mile pace this morning. I’m coming back! See you next week.