My sister Jessica sent out an e-mail that said that my dad had his prostate removed. I wasn’t really sure what that meant, or if it was even accurate. Jessica is notorious for not being 100% accurate in her story-telling. So I called my mom to get the inside scoop.
Me: Mom, did Dad have his prostate removed?
Me: What does that mean? What is that?
Mom: What is your prostate?
Me: Yes. Your prostate. What is that?
Mom: I’m not sure. (Hollering) Honey, come tell your daughter what a prostate is.
Me: Dad, what is your prostate? Where is that?
Dad: Uhh… well… it’s inside of your body, below your bladder.
Me: So you don’t have one?
Me: Oh okay.
He also informed me that he has a catheter.
Me: What is a catheter? What does that do?
Dad: Well, it empties my pee into a bag.
Me: What? You pee into a bag?
Me: But where does it come from?
Dad: My bladder.
Me: So you don’t pee like normal?
Me: Can you feel yourself pee?
Dad: Well, no.
Me: WHAT?! So you just look at your bag and say, “It looks like I’m peeing.”
Me: Dad! That’s awesome!
Dad: Yeah, awesome. I’m so excited…
Me: Wow, that’s so cool!
He will go back to the doctor this week for a follow-up appointment. I’ll keep you posted.