On April 26, 2001, at 67 years old, I learned that I had prostate cancer. Needless to say, the news stunned me. The urologist explained what he had discovered and offered me several treatment options, suggesting that I take the time to think about it before making a decision. Although the idea was extremely unpleasant to me, I knew I had no choice but to accept my situation and fight the disease with all my strength and the support I could gather.

I found the waiting period between the procedures and the tests, which were used to assess the severity of my illness, particularly difficult. I imagined the worst-case scenarios: what if the cancer had already spread; what kind of treatment should I receive? Did they think they could cure me? The uncertainty and unknowns I faced were a great source of anxiety, stress, and worry.

After consulting with a urologist, my family doctor, and a radiation oncologist, in whom I placed all my trust, I found the hope and strength needed to proceed with radiotherapy, the treatment I had chosen. While I tolerated the daily treatments well, I experienced side effects during the first few weeks, including rectal discomfort and bleeding, which naturally concerned me. The attitude and support of the radiation oncology staff greatly helped me deal with these issues.

Radiotherapy treatments last only seven to eight weeks, but their effects on my quality of life, including my physical and mental well-being, persisted for about a year before I regained my former condition. I still live with the fear of a relapse. Hence, the importance of maintaining a positive attitude and believing in a better future. I have good days and bad days, but who doesn’t? The support and understanding of my family have been vital in helping me overcome this ordeal. Currently, I try to lead a normal life, enjoy it fully, and cherish every moment granted to me. I hope with all my strength that my remission is permanent.