So I saw the oncologist today. Fist, let me say, this post will have two parts.
1: Seeing an oncologist...
Before this, it was urgent care, the ER, the urologist, surgery. It wasn't anything that really said Cancer. Yes there were tests, the diagnosis, the report on directing my ball. But it wasn't really Cancer until the oncologist, the Real Cancer doctor. Making that appointment, the waiting for that appointment, there was a lot of thinking. This really is Cancer. My own biology betrayed me, and it really is Cancer now. I'm going to have to check the Cancer box every time I see the doctor now.
It's a weird realization, and a new way of thinking.
2: good news going forward...
The oncologist took at look at all the blood work, the scans, and the report on the surgery. He recommended monitoring, scans and blood work every three months for the next year. From what he saw, there was no need for chemo right now. And if it does ever come back, chemo would be more effective then, than now. Since the cancer was confined to the testicle, odds are it hasn't spread. So, all good news.
Next post will be about my weird conflicted feelings on all this. I should be happy, but this is weird.
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