"Mom, I found a lump..." It all started with these few words. Just two weeks ago, New-Man Colson, only 18 years old, uttered these words to me.
I was working outside in the yard with my second eldest son. An immediate pit lodged in my stomach but not being one to give into panic or create panic, I calmly told him we'd call his doctor. Within 2 hours, we were in the doctor's office.
That was Friday, just two weeks ago. Here's how fast things have moved, thanks to his family doctor:
- Monday, he had an UltraSound.
- The very next day, on Tuesday, we were at the urologists office, getting the results. It was highly indicative of a cancerous tumor.
- On Thursday, he had a CT Scan. Results would be after the weekend, on Tuesday.
- In the meantime, we went to Atlanta on Sunday to meet my future daughter-in-laws parents. (see previous post)
- Then on Tuesday, we heard the dreaded words: Testicular Cancer!
- Thursday was pre-operative clearance.
- Friday, just yesterday, was surgery!
signing his consent
a coworker starting his IV
keeping his sense of humor
heading to surgical waiting area
meeting his anesthetist, assistant surgeon and surgical nurses
getting medicine to relax and sedate him
and off he goes.
It's happened all so fast that we've really not had time to fret or worry too much. We've read and researched what all this means for him. I'm so grateful this
I'm also grateful, he told us about it, quickly. He caught it in an early stage. The cure rate is very high when caught early. Sometimes, one surgery is all that is needed. We're hoping that's the case here.
He's not done though. There's still tests to run, doctor's to see, follow up appointments to go to and labs to be taken.
He's handled this with courage, grace and humor. And now, he has a message: he wants young men to know how important it is to examine themselves every month.
So, if you have a son, grandson, nephew... please share this with them.
Resting a little easier
on Whippoorwill Road,
Bernadine and Colson(aka: New-Man)