It was with some trepidation that I called my urologist's office today for the results of the ultra sound test that was taken of my testicles last week.
Every time I call a doctor's office for the results of a test I am reminded of the time my other urologist informed me that I had prostate cancer. When he matter of factly said "You have prostate cancer" as he rushed into the cubicle where I was waiting for him, that information didn't register with me. He was so matter of fact about it like "it's going to rain tomorrow." My reaction was like Walter White of "Breaking Bad" when his doctor informed him he had terminal cancer, Walter didn't register that news either, he fixated on a mustard stain on his doctor's tie. My doctor wasn't wearing a tie, I think a bow tie. Still, that news didn't register with me immediately.
After dropping that H-Bomb on me he said "You have a range of options but at your age you'll probably die of something else. I do remember how taken aback I was by that yet another matter of fact statement, "your age?" My first response was to look over my should thinking "You talking to me?" What? I'm THAT old?" This news was transmitted to me in 2013 when I was ONLY 72 years old. Hey wait, actually I am THAT old. Reality bites.
Ever since that earth shaking moment for me, I'm now prepared for bad news as a result of tests.
This time I got good news. The occasional soreness in my right testicle is a result of a strained vein, which I was told "is normal". What was left unsaid of course was "at your age." Hey folks, I'm wearing out but at least I don't have cancer. And for that I am very thankful.
Have a wonderful Christmas everyone!
2 comments:
Good news, indeed! Happy holidays!
Walt,
Indeed. Happy holidays to you and Ken too!
Ron
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