Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. It is a legacy of my upright Protestant upbringing that I hate tests. They have always symbolized large opportunities for failure and disappointment. I blame this for the fact that it took me 17 years to get a bachelor's degree and that, after years of practice, I'm only a 4th kyu in Aikido. I avoid tests whenever and wherever I can.
Well, it seems that you can run, but you can't hide. Sat down to talk with Dr. Loughlin this morning and he was in a somber mood. He didn't like the increase in the PSA numbers over the past six months and, since he's a very careful man, before recommending anything drastic, he wants some tests. More blood tests. Another biopsy (fun one, that). And a endo-colonic MRI (another fun procedure done in a tube).
So, next week is going to be fun, but maybe not as much fun as the week after when we get the results. Stay tuned.