Urologist appt. Today

How fun!

Today my Dr had me visit the urologist again today and boy did I screw with his mind.

First when he found I normally used a brief he tried to convince me I should take drugs for my bladder incontinence. I informed him that it was my preference also I informed him that most bladder incontinence drugs do not mix with my normal prescribed medications. Also since I'm also bowel incontinence. I need the diapers anyway. Well he had me strip down below the waist then lay on what looked like a gynecological. table and while they got my feet in the stirrups

They had not noticed I had concealed two mini mag lights behind my head.

They proceeded to inflate my bladder with gas and used a small camera to explore my bladder. While the lights were out and they were looking at the monitor screen I had my hands behind my head and turned on the flashlights then held them next to my head.

I also exclaimed “damn doc just how far is that light /camera inside me”?

When he looked it appeared that I had light coming out of my eyes and they were lighting up the ceiling!!!.

He looked closer and told the nurse helping him that I had a weird sense of humor. When he finished the tests and removed the tube/camera he informed that air will be escaping for a few minutes and true to his word you could hear the air escaping so I told him he should tape a whistle to the end so I could PLAY HIM A TUNE!!

In the end we found that nothing had changed and I'm still bowel/bladder incontinence.

dlcripple(yes a sick mind is a terrible thing to waste)

Laughed ! you are funny

Dlcripple, it seems now I'm not alone with "weird humor," having a habit of readily accepting and adjusting to most things I can't change and making light of it, cancer included.

Following my prostatectomy eleven years ago, I still have a mild problem with bladder incontinence and wear Depends Guards during days (and diapers at home, by choice). Whenever quizzed by my urologist or GP, I tell them I wear diapers at night for the convenience of not having to get up umpteen times throughout the night and they invariably suggest drugs as a solution. I always happily turn down those offers.

Northernguy46 I was in yesterday for my monthly follow up. I am three weeks from round three chemo and one more blast of radiation on my surgical site. The Doctor is an old friend back to my university days in the early 70s. He too went into great lengths over my incontinence and the drugs they have available. I too turned them down and told him I was fine with my protection rather than filling my already saturated body with more drugs. I was sitting in the middle of his examination table wearing a gown and an Abriform M4 diaper.

Elf, I don't know why it is that folks who don't wear diapers think that those of us who do are having the hell of a hard life. After my surgery, while on a visit to my family home in PA, my dad suggested I'd gained some weight (I'd always been somewhat slender) and I nonchalantly said, "Not really, it's only the diaper I'm wearing that gives that appearance." He replied, "You've surely had/are having a hard life!" Heck, I was having the time of my life! I'd just gained a divorce from a nasty marriage from which I'd recouped a small fortune (my own hard earnings), was enjoying life as a free man, and was fulfilling a lifelong dream of turning a diaper fantasy into reality that I wholeheartedly enjoyed on a 24/7 basis. I'd never experienced more happiness than I was having at that time in my life. Others, too, have offered similar negative sentiments regarding the "difficult life" we diaper wearers undoubtedly endure.

Many of the new drugs currently being peddled seem to be geared more toward fattening the collective wallet of the pharmceutical trade than actually producing real benefit when you consider each has up to about twelve negative side effects that sometimes add up to creating worse problems than the single issue they are meant to attenuate. That ultimately spirals into a "need" for yet more drugs. As far as a somewhat elevated BP goes, I even said to my MD that sudden death from a heart attack surely trumps wasting away to cancer. His smile seemed to acknowledge silent agreement.

I've had only surgery and seven weeks of radiation (in '06), having declined chemo (makes me feel creepy to think about). My next treatment will likely be hormone shots in some future year. Then I'll have a solid alibi for being bitchy! >😄

I wish you success with your chemo!

My first bought with incontinence and diapers was back in 1978. I had a raging diaper fetish from an early part of my life but this was the first legitimate incontinence. Hell I was in a body cast and after the catheters came out I had no control. I know of what you speak about the people giving me all kinds of advice and ways of curing my plaque of life, incontinence and diapers. One good thing came of it though, I met my Linda the kinkiest nurse I have ever met. We lived together for many years until she met a lady with much the same tastes as herself and the two of them left me alone and also a lot lighter in the wallet. Hell I still miss my Linda, she had a pamper fetish as she called it. I loved to keep her tiny little bottom clean and dry in the largest size of Pampers. She stood four foot eleven and at her heaviest 97 lbs. She took me for my home in Florida and a new car with a monthly cash allowance to maintain her lifestyle.

Well getting back on topic she taught me an awful lot about drugs and what they do to your body other than their intended purpose. I have no choices on Chemo but take nothing else for pain nor my incontinence again back in my life. You be well, I have heard good things about the hormone treatments for Prostate Cancer. I will make you an offer; if we both lose our fights I will buy the first round of beers up at the bar by St Peter's gates to heaven. He is Irish, he has to have a bar and beer.

I'm not convinced menopausal symtoms complete with osteoporosis and growing tits is what I would consider as "good." ???

I'd hoped beer in heaven was free. We can also skip over to Valhalla and see what's on tap there.

If I rack up enough good karma and we come across a celestial Buddha Bar, drinks will be on me!

http://www.buddha-bar.com/new/en/buddha_wash.php - was at this place back in April (but the D.C. location has since closed).

Elf, mine moved from the prostate tumor to adjacent healthy tissue. I'd been warned to safeguard from this condition by immediately going for radiation right after the surgery. I declined, because of the really bad marital situation I was in at the time and wanted to leave a possible open door to "check out." I did get the home situation satisfactorily resolved and took the radiation when new cancer became evident a few years later. I have had a bone scan which was negative. My PSA bottomed out and is slowly rising. My doc is keeping a tab on it and, in time, will let me know when to begin the hormone shots. He's holding off to max out my "good time" before it commences. I'm just going for the ride life takes me on and enjoying every day! No fear. My younger sis died in my arms in '07 from ovarian cancer. She smiled to her last breath after holding out for me to be present.

I haven't been in a pub in years. Is not my style (since Navy and NYC days), but will with you for a good reason! I went to the one in D.C. with a gal for the dining experience.