Thanks Guys
Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2019 7:21 pm
It’s now a week and a wake up before my implant surgery date.
I’m sure it’s normal, and all but I find that I’m am super nervous, with off and on anxiety attacks. They revolve around the idea of am I doing the right thing, or am I going to be basically a living dildo.
My wife is very supportive, and she has jokingly (or maybe not) that I’ll have to show her how to pump me up.
Over the few years we have been together (going on 8 years) we have been open and honest in our fears.
We survived her having breast cancer after only being married a short time. My increasing struggle with ED, and I believe low testosterone (in the low part of the normal range). She knew of my fears when I went to the doctor when the pills stopped or mostly stopped working. She knew I was afraid that our sex life was over.
She also wasn’t there when I went to the doctor and was told I had Peyronie’s Disease (PD). We both knew something was wrong, and I played off as maybe it was just me. Until one night she asked me if I was ok, I said sure then she asked me if I thought my cock was more curved. I told I think so sure it’s nothing to worry about then she asked if it was painful as she thought I acted like it was. She was the one who encouraged me to go. I wish she had been there that day when I got the diagnosis. I had to relate to her what the doctor had said and asked if I had considered an implant. I wonder what her thoughts would have been at the time at that comment. By the time she got home I had joined the Peyronies Forum, and another site Inspire that we could talk about the issues.
Over the past year from diagnosis to no she has been there learning about implants and such all along the line.
After a year on pentoxifylline, traction, and vacuum pumping, had learned a lot about the pluses and minus of an implant from you all here.
I told the doctor all my personal research into treatments for PD including Xiaflex injections and was pretty sure that at the most it was a band aid and would be back looking at implant. When he left the room to go talk to I assume the surgeon, when she came back she had a date for me.
When the wife got home I told her about the date, she asked me if I was just doing this just for her, to be honest I hadn’t thought about it in those terms and she seemed relieved when I said no it was for both of us but more for myself.
I suppose in this matter I wonder where I would have been if I had been less embarrassed about my ED and talked sooner to the doctor about it. I never thought about our partners suffering with ED as well.
Since I get my medical care at the VA and I also work there, so I have often suppressed or avoid treatments because I was always worried about what would my co-workers think if they knew about my PTSD, ED, and PD. I have learned on this forum that there are a lot of guys out there that can benefit from Peer to Peer support either in person or on line, and maybe even some we know at work.
So here is a big thank you to the guys here on FrankTalk being willing to help guys with their experiences, there journeys.
I’m sure it’s normal, and all but I find that I’m am super nervous, with off and on anxiety attacks. They revolve around the idea of am I doing the right thing, or am I going to be basically a living dildo.
My wife is very supportive, and she has jokingly (or maybe not) that I’ll have to show her how to pump me up.
Over the few years we have been together (going on 8 years) we have been open and honest in our fears.
We survived her having breast cancer after only being married a short time. My increasing struggle with ED, and I believe low testosterone (in the low part of the normal range). She knew of my fears when I went to the doctor when the pills stopped or mostly stopped working. She knew I was afraid that our sex life was over.
She also wasn’t there when I went to the doctor and was told I had Peyronie’s Disease (PD). We both knew something was wrong, and I played off as maybe it was just me. Until one night she asked me if I was ok, I said sure then she asked me if I thought my cock was more curved. I told I think so sure it’s nothing to worry about then she asked if it was painful as she thought I acted like it was. She was the one who encouraged me to go. I wish she had been there that day when I got the diagnosis. I had to relate to her what the doctor had said and asked if I had considered an implant. I wonder what her thoughts would have been at the time at that comment. By the time she got home I had joined the Peyronies Forum, and another site Inspire that we could talk about the issues.
Over the past year from diagnosis to no she has been there learning about implants and such all along the line.
After a year on pentoxifylline, traction, and vacuum pumping, had learned a lot about the pluses and minus of an implant from you all here.
I told the doctor all my personal research into treatments for PD including Xiaflex injections and was pretty sure that at the most it was a band aid and would be back looking at implant. When he left the room to go talk to I assume the surgeon, when she came back she had a date for me.
When the wife got home I told her about the date, she asked me if I was just doing this just for her, to be honest I hadn’t thought about it in those terms and she seemed relieved when I said no it was for both of us but more for myself.
I suppose in this matter I wonder where I would have been if I had been less embarrassed about my ED and talked sooner to the doctor about it. I never thought about our partners suffering with ED as well.
Since I get my medical care at the VA and I also work there, so I have often suppressed or avoid treatments because I was always worried about what would my co-workers think if they knew about my PTSD, ED, and PD. I have learned on this forum that there are a lot of guys out there that can benefit from Peer to Peer support either in person or on line, and maybe even some we know at work.
So here is a big thank you to the guys here on FrankTalk being willing to help guys with their experiences, there journeys.
