This May marks the anniversary of surviving my testicular cancer. It was around this time that my doctor said I had no evidence of the cancer remaining. I still had to go through two years of checking which was necessary but also a weird feeling of being on cancer probation. The closest I can describe it as is like that point in a horror movie where the heroes kill the monster but the credits haven’t rolled yet so you expect the monster to make one last appearance. Three years out I feel like the credits have rolled and the ushers are cleaning the popcorn from the aisles.
I just hope they never make a damn sequel.
Surviving cancer brings two lessons. Lesson one is that after your nut grows to the size of a baseball and chemo makes you sick as a dog for twelve weeks, any other challenge life throws you is easy mode. Seriously, so many things that used to worry me are nothing by comparison. It is almost like a super power. I know that whatever happens, I can deal with it.
The second lesson is much simpler but harder to convey. Enjoy life. Really. After being too queasy to eat, you really appreciate a good hamburger. After feeling like you might never see another summer, you really see the importance of hitting a pool every once in awhile. Enjoy life; that’s what it is there for.
The sketch card is by George Webber. I get a “Fuck Cancer” card every year. My missing nut deserves it.