ObamaCare & prostate-cancer screening—Robert Goldberg - NYPOST.com

ObamaCare & prostate-cancer screening—Robert Goldberg - NYPOST.com

This is my dog, Dingo.
She is a Chihuahua terrier mix.
She saved my life.

I had heard previously that having a pet improved the healing process of the sick. I searched for a couple months until I found Dingo. On 10 July 2010, Dingo came home with me. I had not had a dog since I was a kid back on Eagle Way, so it took a bit of acclimation to having a more interactive pet than my 15 year old cockatiel Larry. The more time consuming effort was to teach Dingo to do her business in the bathroom on the paper.

The day of my surgery was 23 August 2010. The surgery took approximately an hour longer than planned; but, that did not concern the surgery team. In the end, the surgery was successful. I was later told that while in my room recovering, I was having trouble coming out of the anestesia. I just was not waking up and breathing was getting shallow. The nurse, my Dad and wife were calling my name; but, I was simply not responding. Finally, in the cottony haze of dreamtime I could barely hear my mother with a demanding yet gentle interrogative repeating: What is the name of your dog?
I could hear myself groggily say, Dingo. I could remember still with eyes closed my new dog Dingo. Coming out of the dreamstate, I was dazed why the question was asked then went back to sleep. I was now officially on the recovery track. Everybody was relieved.

Into the night at about 11 PM, I spiked a temperature of 108 degrees. The nurses did the procedure to bring it down. Later when I was released to go home, my nephew told me that Dingo started barking crazy and could not be redirected to stop. I asked him what time did Dingo go crazy? He said about 11 PM.

This is my dog, Dingo.
She is a Chihuahua terrier mix.
She saved my life.

My Heavenly Father,
It is now 608 days since the surgery. I am grateful for Your blessing that the surgery was successful to remove the cancer. I am so sorry I have not done all that I can or should to relate my experience. I ask for Your forgiveness and ask for Your guidance and strength to help me stay more focused. I do not want to continue on this path of apathy and indifference.
I thank You for giving me a new life.
I thank You for giving me the opportunity to be a good son.
I thank You for giving me the opportunity to be a good husband.
I thank You for blessing me with Divine health and long life.
I thank You for guiding me to those who are in need of my experiences.
I am ready to resume the walk that I started.

I make effort not to spend too much time in thought; but, there have been moments in which I brood about how this cancer episode attacked me.
Was it something I ate or not eaten?
Was it something I did or not do?
Was it something in the environment?
I do know if I spend too much time brooding about it, I am certain it it affect my health in a seriously negative way.

I am grateful it was found in time.
I am grateful for the medical technology to fight back.
I am grateful to God for sparing my life.
I am grateful for family and friends.

I tried on several occasions to continue the chronology of events from the initial discovery of the prostate cancer to the time of my surgery. I am here to say that was a quiet failure. I have decided to simply recall the events in random order as I am in the mood to write about them. I will also write about stuff that is on my mind for the moment, day, week. I felt rather bad that I was not more diligent in any of my three blogs. I intend for this year to be much better in regards for my writing.

It has been 510 days since I had the surgery to remove my prostate. I am so grateful to be alive and I am sorry that I have not shown better sense of gratitude. I intend for this year to be much better in regards for my writing.