No one likes the word cancer. And no one wants to hear that word. If you are a young thirty-something family with three kids, you don't expect to be confronted with it. However, sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you just have to adapt.
My husband has changed my way of thinking about this disease. He has approached his diagnosis with such positivity, optimism, and bravery. I'm learning to follow his lead.
I always viewed cancer as a private battle. I didn't want to pry or overwhelm. Battling something like this is when you need others the most. I got over my pride real quickly when Darin came home. When a friend or neighbor offered help, I accepted. When our friends, neighbors, and family hesitated to call or stop by, I assured them their company was welcomed. In fact, they help keep our minds occupied while we wait.
We are two weeks into this medical diagnosis. My husband has had the spot or tumor removed. In the next week, we will meet with the doctor and there will be more tests. We don't know if he will need further treatment. We imagine there will be. Radiation or chemo? Not sure. We try not to think too much about it. Those thoughts consume a person quickly and lead down a dark path.
I don't want to mislead or worry anyone about my husband's condition. The doctors are completely optimistic. The surgeon told me of all the cancers, seminoma has one of the best prognosis. Positive stuff to keep us moving forward. I'm confident we will get from point A to point B. However, the road getting there might be a little bumpy. I'll share as we go along.