So a few weeks ago on Sunday I was just peeing as usual when I saw blood in my urine! If this is too personal you can just stop reading now . . . Anyway I called the clinic the next day and they got me in at 11:00 and after some tests didn't figure it out so they made an appointment for Thursday with a urologist. So I went - Omygawd! Every man is scared to death of this. It was just as bad as I thought it would be - you know when they put Novocaine in your gums to do dental work and that's the worst part? Well, they put something similar with a needle into my penis (I told you you could have stopped reading by now) so it wouldn't hurt when he sticks a teeny-tiny camera into my bladder. He says, "Oh. there's a tumor, would you like to see it on the monitor? No I did not, then later I wish I had. Oh, well. When he's all done, he quite matter-of-factly tells me it's cancer and will have to be surgically removed. So we set up for March 19th which is like six weeks away. I wanted it done the same afternoon! No way. So it's next week Thursday. Am I scared? Hell yes!