Off To See The Wizard

Removing his finger, the oncologist (whom I will call Dr. Oz after the wizard) said, “It’s terrible to be growing old, isn’t it”?

“Not at all,” I said. “I’m having a wonderful time now, and every day takes me a step closer to Home”.

As he gave my prostate cancer a thorough exam, Dr. Oz explained a number of possible treatment options and we eliminated three of them for various reasons.

I am not a handsome man but I’d really make one hell of an ugly woman.

This is an exciting time of life with all sorts of possibilities ahead, though I do get weary of all the doctors’ visits. Each of four specialists treats only one small part of my anatomy and sends me to another specialist to treat another part. Looks to me like the only medical professional who deals with the entire human body is the mortician.

Dr. Oz referred me to yet another specialist who will look at other “suspicious areas” on my body. I need to make another appointment for more medical ping-pong with me as the ball.

One thing makes me leery. A sign in one doctor’s office read, “If you are hear for lab work…”

No that is not one of my typos; the sign said, If you are hear…

Maybe I’m a stickler for detail, but these are the same folks who want to cut on my one and only. I’d feel better if someone in that office read their own stuff.

Be that as it may, I feel fine.

I’m in no pain. (Except, of course for my arthritis pain which is chronic, constant, continual and incurable, but I just endure that. Have for years.)

I’m dealing with my own resistance to change.

And amid all the medical options and possibilities available, I try to keep one criteria in mind, “Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do”?

None of the other stuff really matters….

Or, as Superman said to his oncologist, “You want to stuff kryptonite up my WHAT!”

Last night as Beauty and I talked over all this stuff, she said, “Love, no matter what comes of all this, we’ll face it and handle it together”.

See why I love her so much?