I’ve always felt I am a fairly lucky person. When I fell off a motorcycle at 60mph, I only broke one (hand) bone. My worst ‘incident’ in 200+ days of whitewater rafting had 5 seconds underwater and a quarter mile swim in big waves, but I swallowed very little water. Getting married was scary, but it’s been 40 years of satisfying fun and love.
Doc said I was lucky to catch this cancer so early. Per my numbers, my chance for a ‘permanent’ cure is into the mid-90’s percentile. Once my prostate is removed. Next week.
Removed. . . Damn. . . That’s gonna change things. Night or two in the hospital. Twelve days with a catheter. Recovery. Doc says most men recover sensation & libido - but that at my age only about half get spontaneous (without pills or devices) erections back. But that’s all guys. Since I get hard easily (on purpose or just because) and often, I’m more likely than most to regain that function.
This sucks. Not in a good way. But the cancer will be gone.
Wish me luck.
I do wonder:
How long after till I feel like clubbing again?
Anyone know someone who returned to clubbing after?
Will I learn what the co-pay is on Viagra? Or will wife’s efforts return little Steph to his full stature in due course?
I don’t know. The future does. And we’re all headed that way.
I did refresh my stripper fun memory file with a fun visit a couple days ago. Nothing groundbreaking, just a round of reasonably believable artificial affection expressed with fondling, hugging, breast and full body appreciation, and nipple play. You know, a few lap dances. You can read it here tuscl.net if you wish.