I have never told my entire story about my battle with cancer. Today, begins a series of blogs that deal with this subject. I am going to do so with humor and honesty. Cancer made me who I am today. I share my story as a ray of hope to those affected by this disease. So here it goes:
I don't remember the first time I noticed there was an issue. I do remember many times for months noticing something was amiss. There is no careful way of putting it, one of my balls was bigger than the other.
I was a young and cocky 21 year old so of course I thought I was becoming more of a man. I was becoming a super human, real life Incredible Hulk. I was certain it was a process and the other would begin to grow at any moment, my voice would deepen and I would be spending a lot of money replacing my torn clothes. I was wrong, so so wrong.
I did what any normal person would do, and I told my mom. She wanted to see it. Again, I was 21 the last person I want to see my "area" was my mom. She pulled some Jedi mind trick and I showed her. Even writing that made me cringe a bit. She suggested we go to the doctor, because what is one more person looking at it.
The doctor did his thing, he felt it and examined it. He covered all of the possible diagnoses but the only one I heard was cancer. Nothing about becoming a super hero. My dreams were dashed.
I was instructed to get an ultrasound done. I swear when I describe these processes it sounds incredibly sexy.
The sexy nurse rubbed gel all over my bits, and one thing led to another.
Okay, it did not happen like that. The gel was cold, the room was cold and the mood as cold. I was told I would be contacted in a couple of days. The days felt like weeks as I waited to hear what I already knew. Of all the possibilities I knew what the word would be.
The doctor called me into the room. He told me the worst kept secret. I had testicular cancer. I would lose my once crime fighting ball and my life was about to change. All I knew about cancer at the time is that it killed people. I did not want to die. I had to grow up quick. I was not a normal 21 year old anymore, I was a 21 year old with cancer.
Tomorrow, all about losing my little buddy...