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"You probably have cancer, but you'll be fine"
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| 4/21/2005 |
Well, the subject says it all really. Apparently it's obvious enough
that there's some kind of tumor there that they don't actually need to
do a biopsy at all. I'm scheduled for surgery next Wednesday, and
before that I need to get some blood work and cat scans (although when I asked the cats, they just said meow).
The doctor said it's "very probable" that I have testicular cancer, but
without pausing for breath he added that this kind of cancer is
practically 100% curable. Apparently after the ball-removal surgery
they can find out what kind of tumor is in there, and then they'll know
what other treatment, if any, is required.
There seem to be two separate reactions going on in my head at the same
time, unrelated to each other. One part of my brain is hysterical and
panicking, while another part is calmly (if slightly overexaggeratedly)
making stupid jokes about cat scans in a blog post and plotting the
next steps in my campaign to save nullable types.
I'm not sure which side is healthier, but I prefer to focus on the side
that's inappropriately calm and collected and pretending that there's
no problem here. Panicking might be more natural, but I prefer focusing
on things I can control. Seeing as there's nothing at all I can do
except follow the doctor's instructions, what good will come of
panicking except to stress me out more and make my life (and my
family's) even more miserable?
So that's that. At least I know and it's not all wild guessing.
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