Friday, November 21, 2025

     The young talented urology surgeon is committed to keeping me alive no matter how horrendous the treatment.  He does not want me to die.  The older oncologist/palliative care doctor wants me to have a good life while I am alive. He understands people die. He doesn’t feel it is failure for a person to die. They work in separate practices and sometimes talk to each other. Today I see the young urology surgeon.

     The urology visit goes well enough.  My daughter drives us to the appointment. I watch a two year old boy, wearing pajamas, race through the lobby as his father is talking to a friend. The father is trying to keep this energetic boy near him. The medical staff are skilled and kind. After the camera and light are inserted into my bladder the doctor says, looks good, no red spots. Now we wait for the pathology report. I am told to come back in the spring for the next cystoscopy. The plan for further chemo treatment is pending with the oncologist.  

      I feel sad after the visit.  Should be good enough news but it is not over. This morning the sun is out and the sadness has mostly dissipated.

     I start reading Ann Napolitano’s novel DEAR EDWARD in the afternoon. What a good book.