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A Double Edge Sword (final part of two)

Date: 15 December, 2009

By: Chief

To read part one

Imageelcome back. Picking up where we left off —

It is, I believe, critical for y'all to understand that short list of mine. Because if you look at it, with the singular exception of Sweetie, the list makes no sense at all to anyone — but me. So let us examine the remaining four items.

First is sex. I love it and there is no such thing as too much sex. Enough said about that.

Second is freedom. The ability to do what I want, when I want to do it and the way in which I do it is beyond any means for me to adequately explain. To be sure, freedom is priceless.

Third is honor. I have lived by a code of honor all of my life. Honor is however, a somewhat tricky thing to define. My Uncle Julius, a master wood worker, when I was a young lad once told me:

"The true wealth of a man is not measured by how much money he has or by his possessions or by his property. The true wealth of a man can only be measured by his honor."

I think I was six or seven when Julius told me that. I am now fifty five and I remember his exact words as if it were only yesterday. I try, every single day and with every breath I take, to live by his words — by his yardstick. He was, without any doubt, the most honorable man I have ever known in my entire life — bar none. In that, I shall brook no argument.

To put it another way, without honor, a man is — nothing.

Last, but certainly not least, is privacy. I treasure my privacy almost above all else. I respect your privacy to the exact same degree as my own. It is an invisible wall, strong and resilient, yet frail and weak. Privacy is something I need, something I cherish and something I zealously guard against from erosion or encroachment by others.

As you could plainly tell my short list are items which, to me, make life worth living. They are beyond all value. I do not desire to live without them.

End of the road

With the slim but real possibility of contracting prostate cancer sometime in the future I had to ask myself "what changes would be in store for me?" After reading about prostate cancer three words stuck in my mind. Those words are:

Note how all three words begin with the letter 'I'. So does the word 'I'. Lovely.

All of the procedures are incredibly invasive including "brachytherapy," which the prostate cancer website claims is only "minimally invasive surgery." Oh really? Don't you believe it for one single second. Quoting the prostate cancer website:

"A hospital stay for temporary brachytherapy lasts 24 to 36 hours because a patient receives two or three treatments. He is placed in the lithotomy position, meaning his feet are put into stirrups and his legs are lifted to 90 degrees. This position gives the doctor a clear view of the perineum, which is cleaned and then possibly shaved according to the practice of the center. The doctor inserts an ultrasound probe into the rectum and attaches it to a stabilizing device which holds the tool for the duration of the treatment.

"Some doctors will hold the perineal template in their non-dominant hand while they are inserting the catheters. The doctor uses the perineal template to guide the percutaneous insertion of 20 to 49 catheters. The number of catheters depends largely on the size of the prostate gland."

The only thing that does not happen is my dick, balls, ass, taint (taint asshole, taint balls) and asshole are not shown on the 6 o'clock news for everybody in the whole country to view. The doctors would also insert a catheter up my dick. "Minimally invasive?" Who are they kidding.

There went my privacy and honor right out the window.

Some apparently fairly common side effects of prostate cancer treatment can include (and this is a very short list):

Ah, let us not forget financial ruin. Whether you have insurance or not is a moot issue. There is no such thing as enough when it comes to surgical procedures.

Flush. Well, there went four out of the five items on my short list of things which make life worth living. They are on their way to the septic tank.

But, the good news is the survival rate for those who underwent prostate cancer treatment is very high. Oh, I'm impotent or, at a bare minimum, have dry orgasms, I now need a magnifying glass to find my dick and, lucky me, now I piss myself. But I survived. Puh-lease. That is not living.

So, not only did I lose my status as a human being, I have now lost my manhood as well. That is no way to live. It is mere survival or existing. Thankfully it has not happened to me.

A parting shot

I believe, in the final analysis, only one question must be asked and answered in an honest fashion, if that is even possible (drum roll please):

Is the prolonging of a persons life worth the price of potentially losing what makes life worth living for that person?

All I know is should I end up being diagnosed with prostate cancer, any other cancer or, well, any life threatening disease, my wife and I shall discuss the various options, hopefully there are some, at length and my decision shall be based upon what is best for — us. That is what an equal partnership is all about. That is how the two of us live our life — as one.

But that, friends and neighbors, is one helluva question. The answer, I suspect, is as different as each of us are different on this backwater, border town of a planet.

Good luck to you in your quest.

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