All Things Prostate

 

My father died of prostate cancer.  The symptoms showed up very simply.  My dad going down to the men's room every half inning during a September 1986 Met game at Shea Stadium.  He ignored it all until Christmas time when the gland got so big that it cut off his bladder function and landed him in the hospital.  Surgery showed the gland to be cancerous and then ultimately removed.

He did well for two or three years until some pains in the leg were determined to be tumors from the metastasized  prostate cancer that landed in his bone narrow.   Bones broke with abandon.  

The ending was painful to watch.   Essentially from first symptoms to death, it was a little over four years.

My point?

There is a lot in the news this week about Joe Biden and the announcement of his aggressive diagnosis of prostate cancer.   A lethal score of nine and it already has spread to bone cancer.   Comparing my dad to this, I would say the former president has six months on the outside.

Indeed, this prognosis didn't just magically appear last weekend.   He has had this for years.   One pundit announced that Biden's last prostate check was in 2014!!!

This is impossible to believe.  This has nothing to do with Democrats or Republicans.   This is all to do with a man's dignity and his health.   

Why was this hidden?

Why is the American public treated with such blatant stupidity?  

Indeed, now, life and death is being judged by red and blue states.   One dope on MSNBC asked how Biden's wife could miss this.   PS, she didn't.  And please don't ask that question one more time as if she is a medical doctor.   She is not.

And, frankly, if the President was as sick and out of it over the past four years, who the hell was running this country???

We'll never know.   Meanwhile, no matter how old a male you are, get a regular prostate examination.

Dinner last night:  Korean pork noodles.