As I’ve mentioned before, G had prostate cancer. I was 28 when he was diagnosed, he was 47. I don’t think there are a lot of people my age that know about some of the issues that arise when you have prostate cancer. Luckily, I am here to inform you. Just to give you a glimpse of some cool things I learned while taking care of G after his surgery, I now know how to clean a catheter tube…neat, huh?!!
In 2008, I had the privilege of sitting through an hour-long discussion with G and a urologist and a diagram of a penis. Awkward. Prostate cancer is kind of an old-man disease and it’s pretty common in men over the age of 60. George’s dad had prostate cancer 2 times so G began getting tested at an early age.
When the doctor explained to us all the different ways G could be treated he also talked about fertility stuff. We were pretty sure G would have his prostate removed completely, but we didn’t know that there would no longer be a way for his “swimmers” to get out…if you know what I mean. Basically that highway would be destroyed.
The doctor asked me how many kids I wanted and I, of course, said “none”. He said, “You’re too young to make that decision…George should freeze his sperm”. So we followed the doctor’s orders and G spent a romantic afternoon with himself at this place:
About this time every year, we get a bill from OHSU requiring us to pay a storage fee for 4 small vials containing George’s potential offspring…this usually pisses me off. I hate storage fees. Anyway, we always wave at OHSU when we drive by just to say hi to little Georgia, Georgette and Georgina.