Operation Preventing FUBAR

(Warning: This blog contains mature content. And by mature content I mean I use the occasional naughty word. I also describe some cancer things that might be characterized as “icky”. Sorry, it’s not the “fun” type of mature content, like naughty nurses from the planet Zoltan, or shirtless long haired men riding horseback across a surging river. If the occasional naughty word or “icky”cancer stuff causes you to clutch your pearls or swoon with a bad case of the vapors, you might want to sit this one out.)

So here’s the deal. My cancer has taken a decided turn for the worse. Last February, the drug Xtandi had taken down my PSA and had shrunk or eliminated my tumors. Since that time, the Xtandi has stopped working, my PSA has gone from 4 to 17, and my latest scans revealed more and aggressive tumors.

One tumor is perilously close to my rectum. If this one continues to grow, in a short time it will cause significant problems. I’ve had some ugly bathroom issues lately, so the problems may have already started. Because of this, the decision has been made for me to start chemotherapy as soon as possible.

The chemo this time around will consist of 10 sessions, three weeks apart. The chemo drug is called Jevtana or cabazitaxel. It’s a little different than the last time with docetaxel, but the side effects are similar.

This is a decision that is not entered lightly. I don’t do real well on this stuff, and after 6 treatments of docetaxel, I was pretty sick. I am not looking forward to an extra 4 more bags of poison being circulated into my bloodstream, but the alternative right now is much worse.

Which brings me to the title of this blog.

Back in World War II, the American men fighting the war had a couple of acronyms that they used to describe the situations they found themselves in. Those two acronyms were SNAFU and FUBAR.

SNAFU stood for Situation Normal All Fucked Up. This was used for things that went wrong on an almost daily basis, the normal part of a messed up situation that you just had to deal with in wartime. Plans frequently went awry, and the guys made adjustments to deal with it. SNAFU is still in use today. It’s mostly used to describe a problem that pops up in everyday life, although I’m pretty sure most people don’t know the F word is a prominent part of the acronym.

The other acronym, FUBAR, stands for Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. That’s when everything goes wrong, and there is nothing normal about it. In World War II, Operation Market Garden was a FUBAR. I’m not going to tell you all about it (google it if you’re curious) but let’s just say things went very wrong for a number of reasons. A lot of men were killed, and General Bernard (Monty) Montgomery was proven wrong when he said that Operation Market Garden would prove to be a quick way to end the war.

My cancer road is more of a SNAFU situation. It’s messed up (I’ll try to refrain from using the word) but it’s almost normal for things to be messed up. Laying on a table while an I.V. of radioactive isotopes surge through my bloodstream in a nuclear medicine department of a hospital is pretty fucked up. But, after doing it a few times, it has become more normal. It’s not normal for most humans, but it has become more normal for me.

Things pop up on the journey, (rising numbers, bad scans, bad side effects, bad or no hair days) that are a part of the whole cancer thing that survivors just sort of live with. You try to deal with it the best you can, and make your life as normal as possible.

But, what you’re ultimately trying to avoid, is FUBAR. FUBAR happens when everything starts running off the rails. Treatments no longer work. Tumors start shutting down vital organs. With prostate cancer, the cancer spreads to the bones, and the pain becomes unbearable.

Chemo for me is trying to delay the FUBAR. There is no cure for advanced prostate cancer, so I’m pretty sure chemo won’t cure me. But it might give me another year of life. In that year maybe a grandchild is born, or a wedding happens, or, dare I say, a Super Bowl victory for the Detroit Lions! (Hahahahaha! No. I mean, c’mon, there’s optimism, and then there’s the Detroit Lions.)

Whatever happens, I will try to write and share it with you, my dear readers. Your prayers and words of encouragement mean a lot to me, and I would appreciate those things not just for me, but for my family as well. This latest news has hit everyone pretty hard. This road ain’t easy for me, and it’s almost just as difficult for the people that I love.

My first chemo treatment is slated for August 7. That is D-day for Operation Preventing FUBAR. General Montgomery will not be consulted.

Thanks for reading.

Peace

13 thoughts on “Operation Preventing FUBAR

  1. Going through cancer myself my heart and prayers are with you. The tiredness and all that goes along with those wonderful cocktails they make for you. Hang in there and know we are thinking of you. Kim

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  2. Prayers all the way from Minnesota to you and your family. I’m also sending more strength to you all for the days ahead. Thank you for sharing this journey despite how unpleasant the road has become. I find my thoughts returning to you on many days and I’m hopeful the chemo gets you through so you are able to be with your family for more events that you are needed maybe even a fishing trip in MN. Look up the Boundary waters canoe area when you are in need of something uplifting . It’s one of my happy places In the summer by canoe or in the winter by dogsled. Know you cross my mind often. Take care and stay strong.

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  3. Dan
    Sending our best wishes and prayers to you and your family from sunny UK. I’m banking on you preventing FUBAR. Your blog has been an inspiration for me. I too am an advanced prostate cancer sufferer albeit just starting on my journey (dx Feb 2020).

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    1. Thank you. Fight on brother. I have a number of readers in the U.K. Always great to hear from someone across the pond! My wish is to visit someday before my walk on earth is finished.

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  4. As someone who spent 12 years in the Navy, I appreciate the distinction between SNAFU and FUBAR. In both cases, we just tried to move forward as best we could under the circumstances, and I’m sure you and your family are doing the same. All the best to you.

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  5. Hi Dan, here’s hoping that this round of chemo will be kinder to you and will knock the cancer out of the park for a long while. A very tough road ahead, but you sound as well prepared as you can be. Wishing you all the strength and peace you need to get through this. Cheers, Phil

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  6. You are stronger than me. After seeing my girlfriend go through intense chemo for two breast cancers and what it did to her body I will say no to any chemo.

    I am only at the start of a biochemical recurrence. My robotic surgery was totally fucked. Not only is my PSA rising dangerously (quintupled in 3 months) after only 18 months but both my doctors agree I can’t do radiation due to the urinary problems I was left with including a damaged kidney from a blocked ureter. I start ADT when my PSA reaches 4.0 as it is being held off due to side effects.

    I will do other treatments not including chemo. This will include immunotherapy. However, when the bone pain or organ failure sets in then I’m done. I will use assisted dying as I don’t believe surviving with zero QOL is really worth it. If it wasn’t for today’s medicine we would die quite quickly from this disease.

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  7. My prayers to you and your family my brother…my path with PC has been blessed a bit differently, and you sharing your story has helped me to be even more prayer-fully grateful about my blessings. I will keep you, and others who haven’t fared as well as I have in my prayers, and yes…may you find the strength to look forward to all the good that is still promised to you in God’s holy name….keep sharing….love Jeremy

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