It was 18 years ago this week that my life almost derailed. I found out I had testicular cancer and I immediately had surgery to remove the tumor. I think I experienced every possible emotion that week; fear of death, worry for my family, uncertainty, sadness and then humor and elation. I really didn’t know much about cancer before this revelation but I got acquainted with the subject very quickly, once I knew what was coming. In retrospect, it might have been one of the best things that ever happened to me.
I think the speed at which the process took place helped me get through it as painlessly as possible. I found out I had it on a Tuesday and went under the knife on Friday. I showed up at the hospital bright and early and went through all the preparations pretty quickly. The nurse offered me something “to take the edge off” and boy was that fun. In my particular case, taking the edge off, was like Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I turned into the most uninhibited stand-up comic, of all time. I don’t remember anything specifically but I’ve never seen so many people in a hospital laughing hysterically. I even asked for a magic marker, so I could draw a giant “X” marks the spot on my groin. Now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t a good idea to make the nurse, who was shaving me, laugh so hard she couldn’t hold the blade steady. My wife kept trying to keep me quiet but she was no help whatsoever.
A few hours later, I woke up in another strange room and laid there a while longer trying to remember what had been so funny before. Everybody seemed to know me and I got a lot of strange looks from the staff. They kept asking me if I needed more painkillers and if I wanted to stay overnight. I finally managed to clear my head enough to realize it would be better for everybody if I got out of there. I dressed myself and walked slowly out the door. It was vaguely reminiscent of the day after my 21st birthday during college with lots of people, I didn’t know, saying what a great time we all had.
I took a long weekend to recuperate and went back to work on Tuesday of the next week. By the next Friday, I was in Chicago for a trade show. I never even went back to the urologist for a follow-up visit. I did spend the next 2 years having CT-scans, X-Rays and blood tests but I’ve been cancer-free ever since. Looking back, it was definitely a turning point in my life. When I think of all the things I might have missed, if I hadn’t lived, it’s pretty shocking to consider. If it taught me anything it’s this, don’t wait to live your life. And moreover, don’t ever hesitate to tell people you love them, you might not get another chance. As for me, I might even suggest testicular cancer as a cure for the male’s mid-life crisis. Now I’m only half as nuts as I used to be.
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