It’s still not lost on me just how fortunate I feel to wake up every morning. I was diagnosed with stage 2 (probably should have been stage 3, according to the symptoms) testicular cancer over a year ago. It spread to a few lymph nodes and there’s a tumor attached to my abdominal aorta that, at one point, grew to 13 centimeters and pressed against a few major organs. This caused me an incredible amount of pain (I told the admitting people at the ER that I was certain that something had ruptured) and put me in the hospital for 11 days, where I underwent a brutal round of chemotherapy that literally and figuratively put me at death’s door and made me wish for death’s sweet comfort.
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