It's been almost two weeks since my prostate was removed and the second worst week of my life commenced. Only Pale Male and Cody knew anything about it. Haven't even told Big Bro' and Sis. What would have been the point? I was in the hospital exactly one night and it wasn't worth the logistics involved in getting three elderly people (including my ( Read more... )

So, Monday was spent waiting for an hour to see my urologist. By then, I had already read my biopsy results on the MyChart page about which his office had sent an email alert ( Read more... )

The guy in the blue scrubs was the last person to leave the examination room and hence the last opportunity I had to discuss what the only two men in the room besides myself were looking at the entire time I was in the fetal position with a dildo stuck all the way up my ass ( Read more... )

I had a great talk with our Deacon abouot a week ago and he did a good job of calming my nerves about The Procedure. He doubles as a hospital chaplain and it turns out that he's administered pastoral care to many prostate cancer patients. He said that i was remarkably "patient" with my urologist to whom my GP referred, I think largely because he ( Read more... )

It's hard to believe that until about three weeks ago, I had no idea what a "zoom session" was. Now, they are an almost daily part of my life. They are not unike Sype sessions which I give credit to my co-counselor, Sumner for introducing me to. The lighting seems a little different. Or, maybe it has to do with viewing so many other participants at ( Read more... )

I have said this before. That Christians lead with their bodies. As Christ did. He could have just called a meeting of his Disciples and said, "Okay, you're all forgiven. God the Father says so." But, that would not have resounded through the ages. And, what do we remember most about the early Christians? That they went willingly into lion's dens ( Read more... )

This was an experiment, a sort of test-run to see whether I was recovered enough from what was probably the most serious bout of bronchitis I've had in ten years. I'd been to the doctor the Tuesday before and he heard nothing of consequence when he told me to take deep breaths while listening with a stethescope. However, I could still feel the ( Read more... )

The conversation at last week's EFM class crested very quickly around the power and personality of Saint Augustine, one of the first of the major Christian writers to emerge outside of the traditional Greco-Roman sphere of influence. As a North African, he barely set foot in Rome during the course of his lifetime.  Yet, his writing was so ( Read more... )

The early service was devoted to Lessons and Carols which is another way of saying, "There's no sermon today!" The first lesson was read by one of the Bruces. It's hard to describe this Bruce. He is on the far side of seventy and apparently a bachelor. He has a carnival barker's voice and listening to him read from the lecturn is a little like ( Read more... )

Bing texted me yesterday and even before I could give a complete and fulsome answer he followed it up with a phone call. What a sweetie. He was checking up on my medical condition as part of his assignment as my Intecessor-in-Chief. The truth is I couldn't tell him very much more than I did on Sunday at Coffee Hour. I only knew that I felt less ( Read more... )