It finally hit me that I have cancer, and as a man of 29 years and 3 kids under 10 will be recieving chemotherapy treatment. And man, I haven't cried like that since I was a baby.
I was never actually diagnosed with any malignancy. On my first visit to my local GP back in May I wasn't even given an examination, just "It's probably a fatty lump, you're overweight as it is. I better check you for diabetes instead." I sat on that for a couple of weeks, umming and arring about a second oppinion. Second visit to the GP was similar, but more forthcoming. Scheduled in for an ultrasound 4 weeks later but no cause for concern.
Once the Ultrasound tech took a look things took a sharp left turn; Appointment with the Consultant Urologist within 2 weeks on 6th November, but no concrete diagnosis; "I'd be very surprised if it wasn't Cancer"
28th November I had a radical inguinal orchiectomy, the best hours kip i've had since my girls were born and a funny walk to the car while my richticle was lobbed to pathology, with the promise I'd hear back and be called into an MDT within a week.
Needless to say it was difficult to enjoy the festivities over the past couple of weeks.
Today I recieved the phonecall from the Oncology nurse inviting me to the MDT and confirming that the tumor they had found was indeed malignant, but that I'd also be recieving 3 cycles of BEP chemo, and that everything would be explained on monday. Bittersweet, as I had dreaded hearing that it was never cancer in the first place, but that it would require more intervention than the original surgery.
The cloud of anxiety and uncertainty that has hung over my head since I first found the lump back in May had cleared, and been replaced by both a steely determination to get through the next few months and see my girls grow up, but also dispair and anguish.
What are your lowest moment stories, and how you got through them?
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