The short version — for anyone who just got a phone call of their own and doesn’t have ten posts in them right now.

When What happened
Nov 2023 Annual physical. My doctor feels a “bump.” Urologist referral. (How Did You Find It)
Early 2024 Biopsy #1: ASAP — atypical small acinar proliferation. Not cancer, not not-cancer.
Jul 2024 Follow-up bloodwork stable. Plan: reassess in early 2025.
Feb 2025 Biopsy #2: prostatic adenocarcinoma. Diagnosed at 42, no symptoms. (How Did You Find It)
Mar 2025 The news goes out — husband, brother, friends, Instagram.
Apr 2025 Full labs: Gleason 3+3 in 2 of 12 cores, Decipher 0.68 (high risk), MRI clean, PSA 0.77. (Labs — April 2025)
May 2025 Second pathologist upgrades one sample to Gleason 3+4=7. Consults begin at City of Hope. (Upgrade U, Monthly Update: May)
Jun 2025 PSMA PET/CT: contained to the prostate. First visit with Dr. Reiter at UCLA. (Is That a Chill in the Air in June?)
Jul 2025 Proton therapy consult in San Diego, follow-ups, a lot of waiting.
Aug 2025 Genetic testing: all clear. Decision made — surgery. (Sucky Options Only)
Oct 2025 The 45-day notice. Down 62+ lbs, in the gym 6–7 days a week. (Official Eviction Notice, Live Like You Were Dying)
Dec 8, 2025 Surgery day. RALP at UCLA, 7:30 a.m. Nerves spared. (The Day Of)
Dec 15, 2025 Catheter out. Bladder works. Recovery begins in earnest. (Quick Update)

The recovery chapter is still being written — the journey continues.