The post I never imagined....

My husband has cancer. I cannot believe I just typed that. He was diagnosed with testicular cancer on Friday May 15(sort of), I just haven't had the strength (or courage?) to blog about it yet. Sooo here we go...

He has had a mass on his right testicle for a while now, just a little to busy and a little too stubborn to go to the doctor. Well two weeks ago, he wasn't feeling well, sort of like the flu but mostly his compliant was "just not feeling right". Working a job that requires very long hours and 6 day work weeks...he needs to be at his best, so he decided to go to the doctor. What happened then is sort of a blur. Dave called me after his appointment to tell me he was heading to the Hospital for a testicular ultrasound, so I headed over to be there with him (even though he swore he was fine and I should stay home...yeah right!) After the ultrasound, we had an appointment made for us for a urologist about an hour later. After meeting with him we were even more confused than we were before we spoke with him. To say the least, he was a very poor doctor who did not have any answers and seemed to keep skirting around the truth. I was sitting in the office fighting myself, because I wanted to scream at him to stop dancing around questions and what do we do next?! He scheduled bloodwork for that day and surgery for Tuesday May 26th ...over a week later. At which time he said he was going to biopsy THEN remove the testicle, this made no sense, especially because about 3 minutes on the Mayo Clinic website will tell you that is NOT what you want to do. That was when we decided it was time for a second opinion...

Enter Dr. D, our own personal angel (okay I am getting carried away, but he really is great) We had an appointment with him on Friday May 22 and he examined Dave for somewhere around 5 seconds and without seeing the test results that I brought he told us that there was no doubt in his mind that the mass was a tumor. (which we pretty much knew but it was so nice to finally have someone affirm this without avoiding our questions) He immediately scheduled surgery (for the 26th because monday was a holiday) he was shocked that the first doctor was willing to wait so long for surgery and that no tests had been run. So after a whirlwind of scheduling and phonecalls...tuesday came...

To be continued....

Calling all angels...

Cancer. So not ready to hear that word again....How do we do this? Dear God...please...PLEASE don't take him from me...


"Calling all angels...walk me through this one, don't leave me alone, Calling all angels...Calling all angels, we're trying, we're hoping....but we're not sure how..."