@jc76 In my case, I deal with stress by immersing myself in whatever the situation is - whether it was the death of my parents (with me being the executor in each instance); whether it was a situation in my community (when I was mayor of my city); or in this case with my prostate cancer diagnosis (with me being the one impacted).

So, when I was diagnosed with prostate cancer I dived headlong into investigative mode, using my doctors’ inputs as another source of information - and me becoming a “student of prostate cancer” - because in the end that would serve me the best.

My view of my medical providers is a bit different. I always keep in mind that doctors (and medical teams) are human beings, not gods; they’re just people like you and me. They are working in an occupation they have an aptitude and passion for; but, they’re not perfect; they’re human, with human frailties; they sometimes make errors. (No different than you or I who were very good in our individual careers and the teams we worked with, but we weren’t perfect.) They have lives to live, spouses, families, bills to pay, and vacations to take, student loans to pay off, and on and on and on…… And, they’re not always right; no one doctor knows everything (even the ones who have my medical records and know my history); they only know as much as they’ve learned and experienced. Whatever they say, I accept it with some cautious and informed skepticism (and optimism).

As for my wife — much of my time has been spent maintaining normalcy for her and myself, and insulating her from the continuous grind - physical and mental - of test-after-test-after-test. I keep her informed - at a very high level - as to what’s going on. But, I generally avoid the gory details unless she asks.