I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself. My name is Dan, I'm 25, and I live in Indianapolis. I first noticed a lump on my left testicle this past spring, but I was too scared to have it checked out right away. Several months passed before I could work up the courage to see a doctor. I went to a urologist in August, and before I knew it, I was scheduled for an orchiectomy. I was diagnosed with stage I seminoma. I began radiation shortly thereafter, and now I'm under surveillance.
When I was undergoing treatment, I was reluctant to accept much sympathy because I felt that my illness was, as I put it, "embarrassingly curable." I would look around at the other people in the waiting room at the radiation therapy department and I'd compare my situation to theirs; I felt that I didn't deserve all the support I was getting. I would ask myself, "How does my ordeal even compare to the woman who barely has the strength to make it through simulation? Or the guy who's dying because he's too weak to have surgery?" This is something I'm still struggling with.
I'm relieved that my treatment is finished but I've found it difficult to simply get on with my life. Everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to take it all in, and for the past week or so I've been consumed by a maelstrom of emotion: sadness, confusion, fear, anger, and loneliness. I want to know why this happened to me, and I'm frustrated that no real risk factors have been identified for this disease. I'm traumatized from having a life-threatening illness, no matter how curable it is. I'm afraid that it will come back. And I don't have anyone in my life that understands what I've been through.
So, I'm glad to be here.
I'll leave it at that for now.
When I was undergoing treatment, I was reluctant to accept much sympathy because I felt that my illness was, as I put it, "embarrassingly curable." I would look around at the other people in the waiting room at the radiation therapy department and I'd compare my situation to theirs; I felt that I didn't deserve all the support I was getting. I would ask myself, "How does my ordeal even compare to the woman who barely has the strength to make it through simulation? Or the guy who's dying because he's too weak to have surgery?" This is something I'm still struggling with.
I'm relieved that my treatment is finished but I've found it difficult to simply get on with my life. Everything happened so quickly that I didn't have time to take it all in, and for the past week or so I've been consumed by a maelstrom of emotion: sadness, confusion, fear, anger, and loneliness. I want to know why this happened to me, and I'm frustrated that no real risk factors have been identified for this disease. I'm traumatized from having a life-threatening illness, no matter how curable it is. I'm afraid that it will come back. And I don't have anyone in my life that understands what I've been through.
So, I'm glad to be here.
I'll leave it at that for now.
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