So I have a follow up appointment tomorrow. The last appointment like this I didn't expect the tests to come back so soon, and I was diagnosed, and my wife wasn't there. That was hard. Hard in hearing that alone, and having to come home and tell her. Hearing the diagnosis wasn't as hard as telling her later.
But anyway, another appointment tomorrow. Odds are taking out my ball was the end. Gods I hope this is the end.
To be honest, I'm scared about tomorrow. I'm scared it's not the end. Yet I've seen the numbers from the blood tests, I've seen the CT results, this should be the end. But I'm scared it's not.
I guess all I can do is go to the appointment, ask questions, and see where we go from here.
At least I'll have my wifey with me this time.
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