Young men are advised to be annually screened for CANCER of the PENIS.
The doctor manipulates and squeezes it searching for a suspicious lump.
The radiologist squeezes it between cold heavy metal plates for a peni-gram.
And of course, if the malignancy is discovered early enough, and the surgery is radical enough - a guy might live without future cancer conserns.
Oh, they tried, lumpectomy, but recurrance required the final surgery and the survival was drastically lowered. And radiation, caused too much tissue scaring and death. Chemo, won't save the but, might extend a life.
Would it be related to HPV ?
Would it run in families ?
What an alternative medical world <the horror> <the horror>
It is that time of year again, when I go see the Penologist for my annual cancer check. I hate these exams. Placed in stir-ups and manipulated behind a sheet. The family history, my father's brother - my uncle remains on my mind. I was just a kid when he was diagnosed with penile cancer on his routine examination. After surgery, he was never nice to us kids again. Always, angry.
My H.M.O. does like to keep their check lists in good order even if they really do not care about me. The reminder post cards start about 2 months before my appointment is to be scheduled. They maintain I have no choice in doctors, and my assigned Penologist is a big, frowning tanky woman that makes Ms. Boyle appear, desirable. And the nurse, a male,to protect my integrity, swishes with unprofessional interest. As if the exam was not bad enough, this was the exam from hell.
Thank you for your comment. I don't make light of this, but think I was fearing the worst, the red marks have not got worse and there is no pain. So I am not going to worry about it.
I was fascinated by the prospect of a male version of mammogram, except the penis (erect, necessarily) is the object of the examination and mild abuse. I posted the following over at the Erotic Clinic site, but nobody seemed very interested. Here it is for you amusement, anyway:
With all the recent attention on mammograms, I am waiting patiently for the development of a similar test for the penis.
The nurse-practitioner insists I must be fully erect for the procedure; I'm standing and she sits on a stool with wheels, facing me on my right side. She applies some lube to her gloved right hand and begins pulling my long-dangling-down penis with full-length strokes. Her left hand reaches around behind my legs and she alternates between gentle squeezes to my testicles and deep massage of the inner length of penis behind my scrotum.
Periodically she stops the direct manipulation of my shaft and simply watches the progress of my erection, which has gone from full-length hanging down and is starting to rise and grow more rigid. After another minute of stroking and observing, she's brought me to maximum erection; my penis is pointing above the horizontal and bobbing visibly with each heartbeat.
She reaches for the Penogram imaging equipment and rolls it toward me. It's an imposing device, about 1.5m tall, with its dominant feature being two thick,flat horizontal plates projecting from the front, spaced about 4 inches (10cm) apart and projecting forward about 20cm. She's already adjusted the equipment so the plates are at the right height.
She firmly grasps my erection by the base and rolls the equipment forward, so the lower plate slides under my penis and it finally presses firmly against my scrotum, pushing my testicles back between my legs. She locks the machine's wheels and checks carefully to ensure my testicles are not above the lower plate, then presses a button on the side of the machine.
"This may be a little uncomfortable, but it will only take a minute" she says. Servo motors whine and the upper plate begins a slow descent toward my erection. She reaches around behind me with her left hand and pulls my scrotum and testicles back gently, so they're well out of the path of the descending plate.
The moving upper plate touches the highest point of my glans and I feel a shock of cold metal as it slowly pushes my erection down toward the horizontal. A few seconds later the lower skin of my shaft contacts the lower plate, a second flash of cold. The vibrations of the motors come through the plates; my whole penis seems to buzz and tingle as they begin to press together. The pressure at first is gentle but the plates continue to close with relentless force. The motors seem to switch to a lower gear and their vibrations increase, as my hard penis is slowly squashed between the plates. In a few seconds it's compressed to about 1cm thick, feeling like it's about to explode. Just when I think I can't take more pain and pressure, the motors stop.
"Now we'll take a snapshot; take a deep breath and hold it..." she says. I breathe in and hold; she presses the image capture button and I feel a new vibration, then a sudden blast of warmth bathes my rigid flattened penis. She does it one more time, says "OK, we're done. Let's get your penis out of there now." The motors reverse and the top plate begins to rise. Freed from its bondage, my penis rises again from the horizontal, following the progress of the upper plate until it no longer touches the glans.
She unlocks and rolls the Penigram (tm) equipment away and gives my aching still-rigid penis a gentle squeeze. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? He doesn't seem to mind, either!" She stands and checks the ultrasound image of my flattened penis on the machine's viewing screen. "Looks good," she says. "We'll send the image to the lab for analysis."
dfinder (imported) wrote: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:26 pm
I was fascinated by the prospect of a male version of mammogram, except the penis (erect, necessarily) is the object of the examination and mild abuse. I posted the following over at the Erotic Clinic site, but nobody seemed very interested. Here it is for you amusement, anyway:
With all the recent attention on mammograms, I am waiting patiently for the development of a similar test for the penis.
The nurse-practitioner insists I must be fully erect for the procedure; I'm standing and she sits on a stool with wheels, facing me on my right side. She applies some lube to her gloved right hand and begins pulling my long-dangling-down penis with full-length strokes. Her left hand reaches around behind my legs and she alternates between gentle squeezes to my testicles and deep massage of the inner length of penis behind my scrotum.
Periodically she stops the direct manipulation of my shaft and simply watches the progress of my erection, which has gone from full-length hanging down and is starting to rise and grow more rigid. After another minute of stroking and observing, she's brought me to maximum erection; my penis is pointing above the horizontal and bobbing visibly with each heartbeat.
She reaches for the Penogram imaging equipment and rolls it toward me. It's an imposing device, about 1.5m tall, with its dominant feature being two thick,flat horizontal plates projecting from the front, spaced about 4 inches (10cm) apart and projecting forward about 20cm. She's already adjusted the equipment so the plates are at the right height.
She firmly grasps my erection by the base and rolls the equipment forward, so the lower plate slides under my penis and it finally presses firmly against my scrotum, pushing my testicles back between my legs. She locks the machine's wheels and checks carefully to ensure my testicles are not above the lower plate, then presses a button on the side of the machine.
"This may be a little uncomfortable, but it will only take a minute" she says. Servo motors whine and the upper plate begins a slow descent toward my erection. She reaches around behind me with her left hand and pulls my scrotum and testicles back gently, so they're well out of the path of the descending plate.
The moving upper plate touches the highest point of my glans and I feel a shock of cold metal as it slowly pushes my erection down toward the horizontal. A few seconds later the lower skin of my shaft contacts the lower plate, a second flash of cold. The vibrations of the motors come through the plates; my whole penis seems to buzz and tingle as they begin to press together. The pressure at first is gentle but the plates continue to close with relentless force. The motors seem to switch to a lower gear and their vibrations increase, as my hard penis is slowly squashed between the plates. In a few seconds it's compressed to about 1cm thick, feeling like it's about to explode. Just when I think I can't take more pain and pressure, the motors stop.
"Now we'll take a snapshot; take a deep breath and hold it..." she says. I breathe in and hold; she presses the image capture button and I feel a new vibration, then a sudden blast of warmth bathes my rigid flattened penis. She does it one more time, says "OK, we're done. Let's get your penis out of there now." The motors reverse and the top plate begins to rise. Freed from its bondage, my penis rises again from the horizontal, following the progress of the upper plate until it no longer touches the glans.
She unlocks and rolls the Penigram (tm) equipment away and gives my aching still-rigid penis a gentle squeeze. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? He doesn't seem to mind, either!" She stands and checks the ultrasound image of my flattened penis on the machine's viewing screen. "Looks good," she says. "We'll send the image to the lab for analysis."
They found a suspicious density one third of the way from the glans near the dorsal urethra.
moi621 (imported) wrote: Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:13 pm
Imagine a different medical world.
Young men are advised to be annually screened for CANCER of the PENIS.
The doctor manipulates and squeezes it searching for a suspicious lump.
The radiologist squeezes it between cold heavy metal plates for a peni-gram.
And of course, if the malignancy is discovered early enough, and the surgery is radical enough - a guy might live without future cancer conserns.
Oh, they tried, lumpectomy, but recurrance required the final surgery and the survival was drastically lowered. And radiation, caused too much tissue scaring and death. Chemo, won't save the but, might extend a life.
Would it be related to HPV ?
Would it run in families ?
What an alternative medical world <the horror> <the horror>
Would want to have a female technition do the screening exam. When I had a euroflo and other procedures a few years it was much nicer having the girls do the procedures.
but, might extend a life.
