Roger M.
About Roger M.
On the day in September 2012 that Kristina and I were seated in Doctor Minor’s office awaiting arrival of my prostate biopsy results I had convinced myself that he would say that I had a calcium deposit or enlargement or something of the sort and that we could go home relieved. I was wrong. He said he had bad news. He reported that a very bad cancer was detected in my prostate. That was the day life changed for Kristina and me What happened after he made his announcement was a blur to me. I know that he explained in a pleasant and reassuring tone about the Gleason scale and options and other doctor things but all I saw was my beautiful, petite lover of life wife crying. It was the only time that I know of that she cried over my condition but it was enough to convince me that I would do everything in my power to keep her from sadness. Seeing her cry was as bad as news of the cancer. From that day forward we made a pact: total honesty all the time. No surprises and I would maintain a positive attitude and outlook whatever the circumstances. Kristina took to caregiving instinctively. It was as if she knew what I needed or wanted as soon as I did – sometimes before. She took care of every need before and after the surgeries. She kept logs of the medications I took so we would have an accurate record. She would provide the reports when we went to see Dr. Minor so he would be up to date on my progress. When it was too difficult to sleep, she would sit on the side of the bed and stroke my head until I succumbed to exhaustion. She set alarms so she could get up in the middle of the night and empty the catheter collection bag and administer medications. She took care of the inevitable accidents that total prostatectomy patients are bound to have. She consoled me during those times to soothe my humiliation. There were several more surgeries and subsequent recovery periods and she never once even hinted that she couldn’t go on taking care of me indefinitely. And I could go on and on about what she did (does) but space and time suggest that I go on and I trust you know the particulars. I’ll never forget that day in Dr. Minor’s office. It was a day of shock, fear and awakening. It was the day my wife and I fell in love all over again.
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