Tucker, My friend’s son and I were operated on about 3 weeks apart. The first time I saw him he had a big smile on his face and asked me how I was doing.
I was momentarily stunned because the entire left side of his head was shaved and still had the sutures in place. “Me?” I asked all choked up.
I could only nod my head because if I tried to speak I would have wept. Here’s this poor kid with the absolute worst prognosis asking ME - a guy with a non life threatening issue - if I’m doing OK…
That’s the moment “Poor Me” turned into “Lucky Me”. Yes, even a worse case of PCa pales in comparison to the terrible cancer they had, and this is the yardstick I use whenever I feel low or depressed. Be well
Phil