The "C" word...

Almost 2 years ago, my husband was diagnosed with testicular cancer. It came as a shock and out of nowhere. No history in his family, he doesn't smoke, doesn't do drugs, doesn't drink alcohol and he was in his late 40s. Testicular cancer tends to hit men in their 20s.

We were lucky and within 1 1/2 weeks of his diagnosis, he had surgery to remove the cancer and one of his testicles. We thought it was caught early and was successful.

We were wrong.

About a month ago during his routine checkup, his CT scan showed "something". His doctor followed up with a PET scan and sure enough, his cancer has metastasized into one of his lymph nodes.

He is now facing either a big surgery or radiation. We are waiting for a consult, then waiting for the planning, then waiting for the results. That's all our life has felt like since this happened. Waiting.

It's incredibly stressful and I wonder what that stress is doing to both of us. While BC Cancer has overall been good, there is also an attitude of "don't call us, we'll call you".

As we wait for the surgeon to set thr consultation, I called them to check in. So glad I did! They had the wrong area code for our main contact numbers. Can you imagine if I hadn't called? We would have been waiting for a call that never came.

Advocate for yourself as no one else will.