In less than sixty minutes blood will be drawn from my arm. The thought of the needle, the feeling of it piercing my skin are personally no cause for a rise in pulse or blood pressure. It's what comes next that fills me with anxiety.
After seven straight months with declining PSA levels, my number went up in late September. My doctor assures me that we have nothing to concern ourselves with until we see three straight test with rising numbers. So when do I panic? After two? Right before the third test?
In a bit of irony, the next test will be December 22nd and the results won't be know until after Christmas. To me, that makes the personal need for this score to be lower all the more important.
It's been a while since I shared this, not sure there would be a more appropriate time than now.
Full of grace.
The Lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou amongst women,
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus.
Holy Mary mother of God,
Pray for us sinners, now
And at the hour of our death.