“I’m sorry, Mr. Gillis, but I don’t have good news for you.” So began my conversation with a Seattle urologist on a warm August day this past year. After sensing the adrenaline surge within my body in reaction to his words, I began to assess their impact.
“Me?” I asked myself. “I have prostate cancer? Now what?”
The answer to the last question, in the context of the past seven months, has been pretty basic: Get rid of the cancer, give myself the best possible odds for long-term survival, and educate as many people as possible on the facts surrounding the subject of prostate cancer. I’ve addressed the first two goals, and now I’m dealing with the education.
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