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“It might be cancer,” Dr. Benson said looking solemn. “It might be just a severe case of prostatis. We have to be prepared-“
“Is it going to kill me Carlyle?” Max interrupted.
Dr. Benson sighed. “No. You’re in excellent health and this type of cancer is curable. But we’re jumping the gun here; the disease is not confirmed. The results of the biopsy are not out.”
“What does the treatment entail?” Max asked ignoring the disclaimers.
“It varies from watching the situation to aggressive radiotherapy,” Carlyle said.
“I vote for the latter,” Max said at once.
“We have to wait for the results Max,” Carlyle said with a tired sigh.
“What are the repercussions of treatment. Haven’t I heard something about impotence?”
Carlyle took a seat and crossed his legs. “Yes, impotence is a possible side effect, as well as sterility. There are also other effects and hence why we need to be sure before we go further,” he said sternly.
“Hey Carlyle, while we are waiting for results would it be possible for me to go home?” Max asked.
Dr. Benson thought about it. “I suppose Martha can watch over you just as well if not better than the nurses here. You cannot stay alone, she will have to board with you while you’re invalid,” he said.
Max rolled his eyes but nodded his acquiescence.
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