Growing up, I always heard stories from my mother about an uncle I never met. In the 1970's, testicular cancer was less than curable at an advanced stage and my uncle ultimately succumbed to the monster in 1976. My mother always instilled a fear in me that I need to check myself and speak out if something felt wrong. In 2004, my uncle on my dads side of the family discovered that he also had testicular cancer. He went through 3 rounds of BEP and and RPLND and still deals with minor side effects from the surgery and chemo, today.
I have always made it a point to check myself. I always felt like it was a ticking time bomb that I would eventually have to disarm. Being 25, I thought I was invincible. I was a college grad with a great career and always thought of life many years down the road. I was so happy planning my life with my soon to be fiancé and looking into getting our first home. March 15th, 2017 is when that all changed. I hadn't checked myself in a few months and decided I should. The very second that I felt it, my heart sank. I knew exactly what I was feeling.Read More