Implant?

In the early morning hours of yesterday (Thursday) I dragged my tired self out of bed, showered, and got dressed to take my husband to the the hospital Oncology clinic for his implants. (https://alostwifesjourney.blogspot.com/2019/08/what-what-up-butt-slightly-naughty.html)

Sure, we both grumble about these early morning hours for tests and such, but it's kind of a new "normal" for us. Neither of us really slept well, but, again, new "normal."

For all pre-prep it took, and all the paperwork, the actual procedure was maybe 10 minutes.  In fact, I had just gotten settled when he walked out of the procedure room. This was the first time I wasn't allowed to go in with him, not that I minded.

We left our house at 7:30, and we got home about 9:15. He went straight to bed, and I stayed up to have some breakfast, and then joined him in bed.  When I got up, I did some research on our weekend plans.

Weekend Plans?

Saturday (the 14th) is 6 years to the day that we got married, and if you think about it, it's kind of sad that we're celebrating it by doing an item on our "Bucket List," but that's what we're doing. The plan is that I'll drive and activities we do together will depend on how he's feeling. I've picked out one activity I can do solo, so the plan is to do it when he's resting. I might add more once we get there, but we'll see. Most of the activities planned don't require lots of walking, and it seems that walking (or any physical activity) wears him out quickly, and then he gets (understandably) cranky like a toddler in need of a nap.

We just want to make memories and enjoy each other's company in a relaxed environment. The important thing (what I'm telling myself) is that we don't place expectations on each other. I so want this to be pleasant and fun, but I worry, because, well, that's what wives do when their husband is seriously ill.

We should be home by Tuesday (the17th) at the latest.

Playing our song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KT-r2vHeMM

What What! Up The Butt? (slightly naughty)

Sorry to disappoint, but there's no buttsex here.

Even more (slightly) disappointing was that we saw the Charge Nurse in the Radiation clinic. We had met her before, back in early May when we met the Radiation Oncologist for the first time.

It turned out that this was more a case of signing paperwork, and an instructional for his prostate implant. The proper name for the procedure is "Implantation of  Fiducial Markers into Prostate." A fiducial marker is a small 18kt gold pellet about the size and shape of a grain of rice. Yes, they're putting gold up his butt!

Prep includes two (2!) Fleet enemas the morning of the procedure, and they will be doing a rectal ultrasound when they insert the markers. He goes in on the morning of September 12th, and he will have to wait 2-3 weeks before the radiation starts. Radiation will be 5 days a week for 9 weeks. By my estimate, he will be done just before Christmas.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRCsYJ6MSNA