My experience with cancer is very fresh, as I lost my dad in August. I saw first hand how quickly this dreaded word earns the fear it spreads when it is spoken. At that moment, there was no fluffy optimism screaming that Justin is young and will beat the crap out of this! Instead, my hearing got muffled, and visions of my dad overrode my thoughts. My head was screaming that Justin is too young and that is far less acceptable than my father at 73 years old. I am never known for my optimism, and the hands-on experience from this past summer did not help. I “heard” that Justin had already come out of surgery that same day and was getting scans to see if it had spread. I only thought of his new job, new house, and soon-to-be wife.
Disbelief was the first word of choice. Fear of what news would come next was soon to follow. Last, before leaving this meeting, was guilt over the lack of communication with my friend once this new school year had started.
Andi taught the third graders that I inevitably wound up with at my old school. We had a strong bond - that of masking emotions and ridiculing events we didn't like. I also threaten to kidnap her daughter on the regular.
Testicular cancer isn’t just affecting me; it’s affecting those closest to me. Every Saturday, one of my friends or family members will be sharing about their reactions to my diagnosis. I hope these posts serve as a reminder to talk to the men in your life about performing regular self-checks and their health in general. Together, we can lessen the impact of testicular cancer. Check out Healthy But Aware posts here.