I wouldn't let the urologist put the TV camera up my willy, so the prostate isn't getting fixed either.
You should do it. Takes two minutes. A similar examination found aggressive cancer in a 57 year-old me. If I had said "No, thanks" to the procedure, It would have been my self-imposed death penalty. Pluggy, I thank you very much for the good advice sir.
A complete physical examination with blood and urine did raise a suspicion of prostate cancer within the last year. They gave me a CT or MRI for it (I actually got both), and prostate cancer was not found to several doctor's satisfaction. (and my great relief, as this killed my father after a 30 year fight some years ago)
After cancer was ruled out, my urologist wanted to use the camera to decide which of several (I think 6) procedures would be best to remedy or reduce my BPH (benign prostatic hypertrophy) (swollen prostate) which affects so many aging men with (far too) frequent urges to urinate, and then very little urine produced. Mine is irritating, but not that bad once I began to limit my fluid intake before walking, shopping, driving/riding, and especially several hours before bedtime. I was one of those guys who drank 6-8 bottles of good pure water daily for many years. I no longer do that, but I still get enough water, milk and pure juice (no sugar) for good health.
And no alcohol for several years, though I never had any problem with it, I just lost my taste for it or a desire for any alcohol inebriation. I have not sworn off, and have some very good scotch and whiskey (and a few others) in the house. But I just haven't felt like having any for some time. Go figure.
And I have heard that small amounts of alcohol can be beneficial for old people. And remember that when my dad's mom (born 1889) was VERY old her doctors told her she needed to drink a small glass or two of wine daily. She was a very Christian woman who had never drank any alcohol her entire life, and wouldn't think of going into a store and buying any, so my dad bought her a case and snuck it in her back door. And she followed the doctor's advice.
(I love that story)
While I'm telling stories about her, I will tell my favorite. During the great depression many jobless and homeless men were starving, and she would invite one or two into her house and feed them from time to time at her kitchen table. So one day, one of those guys just opened her back door and came into her kitchen to get something to eat. It scared her, and she pulled grandad's horse pistol out and chased him out of the house and then down the street a little ways, and called him a son of a bitch. A couple of her children saw this and remarked they had never heard her swear before. She replied "I didn't swear, I just called him a son of a bitch." When I was a little boy, she was the oldest person I ever knew, and 40 years later, she was still the oldest person I ever knew. She went to 98 before passing.
