My dad went through a nasty case of prostate cancer.Yea, that's what they want to do to me.
Fuse 6 vertebrae and implant a fentanyl pump.
Ain't real hep to it, the pump is permanent, once in it can't be removed. It goes in your abdomen on the left side and you get this garage door remote control looking thing, hit the button for a hit.
A tiny tube runs from it into the spine so it's directly mainlined to where it's needed.
Funk dat, much better to just eat a few pills here and there.
Not real keen on having 6 vertebrae being fused either....if it was 1 or 2 it'd be a different story, I'd probably go for that.
When I was diagnosed my PSA was 435 and has been as high as 465.
Yea I had a full array of radiation....wanna talk about throwing up your shoes, toenails, whatever. Yea I know all about that shit.
Funny on what sent me to the doc in the first place, the toes on my left foot turned black and hurt way worse than broken bones.
Understandably it took them a while to figure out it was prostate cancer......I mean left foot = dick cancer ?
Anyways, yea, I'm stage 4 metastatic but my PSA is down to *about* 4-5 now.....and you don't want to know how it got that low.
Some seriously fucked up shit you have to go thru.