Cancer. It’s a word you hear all the time. It’s a scary disease. Everyone knows someone who has battled or died from cancer.
The word takes a new meaning when you hear you have it.
I was alone at home when I first heard I had cancer.
I admit it, I cried like a baby when I found out I had testicular cancer. The doctor told me over the phone because he wanted to make sure I came back in to see him.
He avoided the word cancer at first. Saying they found a tumor and things like that. But I needed to hear him say it, so I kept asking questions.
He finally said the words testicular cancer and my worst fears were realized. I had been researching on the internet like we all do and had my fingers crossed it was a hernia. Imagine that, hoping you had a hernia?
I remained calm on the phone, but once I hung up I began to cry. I admit I have cried before but never quite like that. I probably looked like a bad actor over doing it. I’m kind of glad nobody saw it, but I’m not ashamed to admit I did it.
My wife knew the doctor had called, but I waited until she got home to tell her.
Learning I had cancer was hard, telling everyone I loved about it was even harder. First I told my wife then my mom over the phone. I wanted to tell my mom in person, but she drug it out of me.
Eventually everyone close to me found out and I began to prep for surgery.
To think it all started because of a little pain. A pain I’m glad I did not ignore like many men in my situation do.
First I had to see my family doctor, then the urologist and then the always fun ultrasound of your testicles.
But if I waited it could have been a lot worse.
I originally thought of doing a blog when I was first diagnosed, but there was a chance I would have it removed and maybe a little radiation then be done.
Unfortunately that has not been the case.
My type of cancer (95 percent NonSeminoma) is not treated by radiation and is a much more aggressive form. But still after I had my surgery there was an 70-80 percent chance the surgery cured me because I was considered Stage I.
For four months I hoped I was done with cancer. I recently found out my battle is not over and I will have to do three rounds of chemotherapy (BEP).
I had a port put in my shoulder on Monday and start chemo on July 23.
Each round last three weeks so I have a rough nine weeks ahead of me.
People have asked me if I’m scared? The answer is of course yes. Who wouldn’t be?
I might be scared, but I am going into chemo with confidence I will beat this.
The odds are on my side (in the 90s). This blog is going to be part of my fight. I’m going to tell all the good things and the bad.
I don’t really like drawing attention to myself, but in this case I will have to suck it up.
People often tell my wife they don’t bring up my cancer to me because they don’t want to upset me. That’s fine. It’s a tough thing to talk about and it’s uncomfortable, but if anyone has a question just ask me. You have my permission.
Well that’s all for my first post. Hope you enjoyed it. I will try my best to update as much as possible. Thanks for reading.