Two Hundred Twenty.
Friday, 2019.05.24, 7:37 PM CST.
The cancer scare and the sleep apnea.
Current Mood: Open.
Current Scent: None.
I haven't mentioned the first part of this post publicly until now,
but I wanted to be open about some health problems that some of you
might have heard about, so that I could set a few things straight.
had some pretty major health issues over the past several months.
I had reason to be pretty worried for a while, but I'm taking care of
things and I'm probably going to stick around for a while longer.
the late summer of last year, I had my yearly biometric screening for
my "day job." Part of the screening is a blood sample...
and in the blood sample, the lab found an unexpected result.
had a higher-than-normal level of something called PSA - Prostate Specific
Antigen. A higher level of PSA can be indicative of prostate cancer.
As both of my late parents had had cancer, obviously, I knew that I
could be somewhat prone to it... and, as I'm getting older, even more
had a couple more blood tests to be sure... and then, in December, I
went in for a prostate biopsy.
This part's a bit gross.] The doctor gave me a local anesthetic,
and then he shoved a plastic-sheathed needle up my arse and extracted
A DOZEN samples from various points on my prostate. This was less
than comfortable, and I would not recommend it on a recreational basis.
about a week later, I got the call back with the results, and the biopsy
was negative for cancer.
As you can imagine, I was relieved.
I also had some other issues: For a long time, I had felt like
I was getting progressively weaker and more exhausted. Some days,
I could be standing up and feel like I could just pass out and go to
sleep right then and there. It was pretty bad.
I underwent some testing, including a particularly expensive in-house
sleep study at St. John's hospital. What they found was disturbing:
While I slept, I stopped breathing an average of seven times
per hour... except during REM sleep, when I stopped breathing an average
of thirty-four times per hour.
that was a good chunk of why I was feeling tired all the time.
now sleep with what's called a CPAP - essentially a mask that fits onto
my face each night and forces air into my lungs when I attempt to draw
a breath. This helps to drastically reduce the amount of issues
I have... which means that my system is getting more oxygen... which
means I sleep better... which means that I'm now more coherent and more
alert (most of the time) during the day than I have been in a long,
reason that I don't feel like taking as much of people's shit as I used
this has all caused me to do a lot of thinking. I'm forty-seven
years old. I don't feel like I'm forty-seven - mentally I feel
about twenty-five - but I am forty-seven. I'm an older, more distinguished,
more sophisticated Badger. Ha!!
not getting any younger. Hauling around the heavy DJ gear is tiring
work for me... and I'll discuss that in my next post. I have a
lot of stuff that I want to do with my life before the Reaper comes
knocking at my door. A lot of stuff.
not dying - not just yet - but I really need to kick some things into
gear before I no longer have the energy or the opportunity.
changes are coming. Some of you may like them, and some of you
may not. But... yeah, I've got to change a few things.
very soon. Thanks as usual to everyone for your support.