I’ve always been fastidious about getting my annual physical and bloodwork. Even in 2020, when COVID kept us all at home, I did a telemedicine visit. Of course, I couldn’t get bloodwork, but since I felt perfectly healthy, I just waited until my annual 2021 exam.
Believe it or not, my prostate cancer journey started with a tingly toe.
I turned 69 in October 2020, and soon after, my right big toe started tingling. I thought it could be an early sign of arthritis—I did martial arts when I was younger, which I figured could be the cause—so I went to see my doctor.
It all started 10 years ago, when I was 66 years old. I went for my annual physical, and when my doctor got the test results back, she told me my urine had microscopic drops of blood in it. She wanted me to see a urologist, so she set me up with someone at my local hospital. It was just supposed to be a consult.
Unbeknownst to me, and without consulting my primary care physician, this urologist did a biopsy of my prostate when he examined me. I didn’t know what he was doing, I only knew it was very uncomfortable.
I’m 68 years old and a very active person. When I’m not busy working as a lawyer for a firm in Bucks County, which is just north of Philadelphia, you can find me riding my bike, playing and watching sports, or traveling with my wife, Caroline. I’ve never been the wait-and-see type.
Being diagnosed with prostate cancer did not come as a complete shock. Cancer in various forms has been one of the generational realities on my mother’s side of the family, and my own history going back decades has included treatment of a series of skin malignancies, most notably, a stage 2 melanoma.
