I’m back at home, hopped up on pain pills, with good news to report: I don’t have cancer. Woohoo!
My surgery was yesterday, and it went swimmingly. (Don’t know what I’m talking about? Catch up here.) The good news actually started coming in before the operation began. A week ago, my urologist had ordered some tests, including one to see if there were markers in my blood. Markers are chemicals that tumors create. They’re detectable in blood and can serve as signs that a cancer is present. My blood came back negative for all the markers.
The surgery itself also went well. After opening me up, the doctor located the paratesticular mass and discovered it was a nasty, stubborn infection. He was able to cut away about 70% of it, and left the rest to heal on its own. It really was the best possibly scenario. And I still have two testicles! That’s very good news.
I have a follow-up appointment soon. There are a bunch of questions I want to ask, and the doctor will make sure that I’m healing properly. I still haven’t seen the incision – I have to keep it bandaged for another day, but apparently it’s only 3 or 4 inches long.
The surgery was at 7:15am yesterday, and I got home around noon. Since then I’ve been sleeping a lot, reading magazines, and vegging out on the couch. The pain is consistent but light. It’s very manageable, especially if I don’t move around too much. I had been bummed that the operation would prohibit me from exercising, but at the moment, exercise is the last thing I want to do.
My mom is here to help out, and we have a fridge full of healthy food. I’ve been making good choices, and will continue to do so.
And that, my friends, is the update. Thanks for all the thoughts, messages, and good vibes you’ve sent my way!
Keep it up, David.