The second blood test indicated the PSA was still elevated.
My doctor was not pleased about it.
He explained the cause could be of any of several problems.
His recommendation for a biopsy made my biceps weak.
I sensed the strength of my grip dissolve.
He explained the procedure for the biopsy.
The solemnity of this situation grew exponentially at the conclusion of the appointment.
I increased my focus for composure and pressed away the tension.
He did ask if I had any questions and I forced a shallow smile and replied I could not think of any.
I struggled to think of any question of importance to the situation.
I did not want the doctor to have the impresssion I am becoming fearful or aloof.
He tried to assure me that my situation was not typical.
My situation is typical in older men; not one in their mid forties.

Well, I was never typical...