A Downer For Sure

A month or so ago, I asked my family doctor for some help with age-related erectile dysfunction. He referred me to a young urologist who made a thorough review of my medical history. He found a report on a cancerous growth which another urologist had scraped from my bladder wall a few years earlier. My new doctor recommended a follow-up exam. I agreed. The follow-up revealed two more growths which he recommended scraping. I agreed. I had the procedure done yesterday. It was only partially successful. He wants to do another scrape in a few more weeks. For now, and for three more days, I have a Foley catheter sticking out of my penis and draining my bladder into a bag I have to carry around like a religious icon. The whole thing has dealt a blow to my hoped-for return to erect manhood and is frankly disappointing and rather embarrassing. Any thoughts from the Brotherhood β€” or, for that matter, the Sisterhood??!

My main thought is health always needs to come first and it sounds like the catheter tho g is for a few days and then you can start afresh

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And so it has come to pass: catheter removed, several hours of iffy, uncomfortable urination, and now back to what passes for normal – until the next series of medical humiliations. If I had understood in my youth what a treasure it was to be able to engage in a full, robust sex life, I might have tried harder. But isn’t that always the case in this transitory life??!