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After my prostate surgery, the only way left to get hard was a pump inside me. A machine in my body, for good. I got fully erect without ever entertaining that thought. I'm 61. Sixteen months ago I had my prostate removed. Robotic-assisted radical prostatectomy, nerve-sparing. The margins were clean. They got all the cancer. He saved my life. I'm grateful. And he left me with a body I don't recognize. The morning after surgery, I woke up with a catheter draining into a bag strapped to my leg. When they finally pulled it out, I thought the worst was over. It wasn't. For a month, I couldn't hold my bladder. A warm rush down my leg in the kitchen. Soaking through my pants before I could stand up straight. Pads, then diapers. I'm 61 years old, and I was buying adult diapers at CVS. But the incontinence wasn't the worst of it. Since the surgery, nothing. No erection. Not even a flicker. My penis felt cold, numb, and dead. I went back to my urologist at six weeks. He wasn't worried. "The nerves got stunned during the surgery," he said. "They take 12 to 18 months to wake up. Be patient." He put me on Viagra. Penile rehab, he called it. Keep the blood flowing while the nerves heal. It gave me a splitting headache and a red face. My penis stayed soft. He doubled the dose. Same thing. Then Cialis, every day. "Physical therapy for your penis," he said. Nothing. Then a vacuum pump that looked like a piece of industrial equipment. I used it once. The sensation of a machine drawing the blood into me, mechanical and cold, was one of the most humiliating things I have been through. It turned me purple. It went in the back of the closet. Then Trimix. A cocktail of three drugs you inject into the side of your penis with a needle. The idea made my stomach turn. But I was desperate. The first time, my hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the needle steady. But it worked. For the first time in nine months, I got hard. My wife and I were together again. Afterward, she cried. So did I. I injected myself for seven months. Not spontaneous, not natural, but something. Then the bruising started. One time I hit a vein and stayed hard for six hours, sitting in a cold bath until it went down. Then, around month sixteen, the injections stopped working. Same dose. 40%. Then 30%. Then nothing. I went back to my urologist. "Scar tissue," he said. "Fibrosis. The tissue can't expand the way it used to." "At this point, we need to talk about a penile implant." Two cylinders inserted into my penis. A pump in my scrotum. A reservoir of saline in my abdomen. When I wanted an erection, I'd squeeze the pump and the cylinders would inflate. He listed the risks. Infection. Loss of another half-inch of length. He scheduled it for ten weeks out. I left his office feeling numb. This was it. My only option. A machine installed in my body to fake what it used to do on its own, before a surgeon reached inside me and took the gland that started all of this. Three days later, I ran into Mark at Home Depot. Same support group. He'd had his prostate out about six months before me. "How's recovery going?" he asked. I was standing there holding a can of wood stain, and I just broke. "I've got an implant scheduled in ten weeks." "Hold on," he said. "Before you do that, can I tell you something?" He'd been exactly where I was. Viagra, Cialis, the pump, injections that worked then quit. An implant on the calendar. Until, two weeks before his surgery, someone told him what his urologist never had. He pulled out his phone. He'd written it all down. "Your urologist told you it's nerve damage," Mark said. "That's true. But it's not the whole story." Every night while you sleep, your body gives you three to five erections. Not sexual. Maintenance. It floods the tissue with oxygenated blood to keep it alive. The surgery damages the nerves that trigger it. No signal. No erections at night. No oxygen. "How many mornings have you woken up hard since the surgery?" he asked me. "None," I said. "Not one." "That's about 480 nights," he said. "Sixteen months of zero oxygen to that tissue." Starve the tissue and the muscle starts to die. Scar takes its place. And scar is rigid. It can't trap blood the way muscle does. So when Trimix forced blood in, it leaked right back out through the veins. That's called a venous leak. That's why the injections quit. Not the drug failing. The tissue had lost the ability to hold blood. Sixteen months of no oxygen, quietly turning muscle into scar. "That's what your urologist was trying to prevent with the penile rehab," Mark said. "The Viagra was meant to keep blood in the tissue so this couldn't happen. He wasn't wrong. He just never explained why the pill couldn't do it on its own." "And he's not wrong about the implant either. If the tissue is too far gone, it's the only way back. But you're not there yet. You can still save what's left." "You can't fix the nerve," Mark said. "That takes 18 to 24 months, if it heals at all. But you can go around it." The lining of your blood vessels, the endothelium, can make nitric oxide on its own. Nitric oxide is what tells the vessels to open. In a healthy man the nerve triggers it. But the endothelium doesn't need the nerve. It just needs the raw material. That raw material is an amino acid. L-citrulline. Give the endothelium enough of it and it makes the nitric oxide itself. The vessels open, blood flows, and oxygen comes back. Without the nerve. A 2024 study on L-citrulline found a 31 percent improvement in vascular function over eight weeks in damaged tissue. Not a nerve repaired. Not a symptom masked. Just the cells that deliver oxygen, recovering. This is what Viagra can't do. Viagra doesn't make nitric oxide. It only amplifies what's already there. After the surgery, with the tissue starved night after night, there's almost nothing left to amplify. That's why it gave me headaches and flushing and nothing else. Same for most men after a prostatectomy. Trimix can't do it either. It forces blood in, but it can't make scarred tissue hold it. L-citrulline works upstream of both. At the raw material that everything else depends on. What Mark found was Uagain's Prime Formula. Not the cheap L-citrulline off the shelf. The dose is everything, and most supplements use a fraction of what the research uses. Uagain uses the full clinical dose. It also has K2 and D3, turmeric and black pepper, L-arginine, resveratrol, maca, zinc, and more. Every ingredient works towards solving this. Getting oxygen back to the tissue. Sixty capsules. Sixty days. One a day. The repair takes 8 to 12 weeks, so a 30-day bottle runs out right when the biology starts to turn. Sixty days is the window. Money-back guarantee, full bottle or empty. Mark had started it eight weeks before his surgery. By week three he was waking up hard again. He cancelled the implant. I ordered it that night. The first two weeks, nothing. A little more energy. Week three, I woke up with a partial erection. Maybe 30 percent, gone in a few minutes. But it was the first time in sixteen months I'd woken up with anything at all. By week six I was waking up hard most mornings. My wife and I were together again, without a needle, for the first time in as long as I could remember. Week eight, I woke up fully hard. We were intimate that morning, and I didn't lose it. Afterward, my wife looked at me and said: you're back. I called the surgeon's office that afternoon and cancelled the implant. I want to be direct about what this means and what it doesn't. Uagain's Prime Formula does not repair nerve damage from prostate removal. Nerve regeneration takes 18 to 24 months and no supplement changes that timeline. What it does is restore the oxygen the surgery cut off, through the endothelium, without waiting on the nerve. It keeps the surviving tissue alive and slows the scarring while the nerves take the years they need. The implant destroys that tissue for good. Whatever muscle is left when the cylinders go in is gone. If you're within two years of the surgery and staring at an implant, you almost certainly still have tissue worth saving. But the window closes. The scar keeps forming. Every night without oxygen is another night gone. 480 nights. That's what I lost before I found this. You know your own number. Don't add to it. Uagain's Prime Formula. 60-day money-back guarantee, full bottle or empty. Before you do something you can't undo, give the tissue eight weeks to show you what's still there. https://uagain.co/pages/90-days-investigating-uagain-prostate-ed P.S. The implant is one-way. The prostatectomy took your prostate. The implant takes what's left. Eight weeks and a guarantee means you find out what the tissue can still do before you make a call you can't reverse. P.P.S. Track your mornings. On waking, before anything else, that's the endothelium doing its job with nothing else in the way. I had none for sixteen months. I had one at week three. Rate them one to ten for eight weeks, and watch what happens when you give the tissue what it needs. https://uagain.co/pages/90-days-investigating-uagain-prostate-ed

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