Male incontinence isn’t something that is just for “other people.” Dana Jennings, author and columnist for the New York Times, had this to say.
“Incontinence and impotence are the evil twins of prostate cancer and its aftermath. While impotence can breed deep melancholy, incontinence is a more primal problem: Only babies and toddlers are supposed to wet themselves. Beyond those ages, it becomes a hushed subject, an object of shame, frustration and bad jokes.
“I’ll never forget the relief of finally having my catheter removed last July, some three weeks after my radical open prostatectomy. It seemed as if I’d just given birth to a half-mile of latex attached to a deflated dirigible. (That was in there?) But I remember even more vividly what happened after. Before my wife and I left the Cancer Institute of New Jersey, I pressed a triangular man-pad — “Serenity” brand — into my briefs. By the time we got home, some 35 miles later, it was all too clear that man-pads are meant for a more subtle grade of incontinence. I needed to wear man-diapers for a while.
“My bladder is about normal these days, though it was set back during my seven weeks of radiation early this winter. I still wear man-pads, having learned that bladder control can be ambushed by a laugh, a sneeze or an especially high curb. (A lot of you women out there, I know, are saying, “Welcome to our world.”) Even so, like an old dog, now I can pretty much pee on command.”