Well, Kiddo,
Remember what I told you about Bicalutamide, the drug that's going to starve my cancer by reducing my testosterone? I think it's having its side effects. I've noticed that I have trouble regulating my temperature. I'm either too hot or two cold. I first noticed this at night. I use a mattress heater, which, I understand can lead to dehydration by warming the capillaries and causing me to sweat more. So I wondered whether my night sweats were due to the mattress heater.
But last night I went to an Argentine tango class and dance, and I found myself sweating with what normally was very little exertion. My forehead and lip were beading so much that you might have wondered whether I just got out of an IRS audit. This is accompanied by a diminishment of energy and an enthusiasm that declines toward the normal.
I'm taking it all in stride, I think. But it is a curiosity and I'm wondering what other symptoms I'll be seeing over the next few months. Meanwhile, I'm making it a point to drink lots of fluids and eat right. And after I dispose of a couple major projects, I intend to start hiking again to maintain my stamina.
By the way, this is easy so far. I went shooting pool with my friend, Roger, and his pool buddies the other day. A man with a perfectly bald head joined our group briefly. Roger explained that he had been treated for prostate cancer for more than 20 years, and that his PSA score had reached 500, which would be 20 times the level I show. It also jumps around significantly, I understand, dropping as many as 200 points. He's using chemo to control it. His road has to be a rocky one. By comparison, mine promises to be a cake walk.
Love,
Dad
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