I went to the surgeon today. All the tests so far indicate that it was a Seminoma, a cancer of the germ cells, and that there was all localized. He's putting me on a regular series of blood tests-- every six months or so. If the levels ever jump, they'll know it came back.
A Seminoma also means that I still had the testicles of a 25 year old. The prognosis for a guy my age is usually something far worse, a lymphoma. I must have caught it at the earliest possible moment. Now if I could only get ahold of Folically Challenged or Kellory. I need help getting the rest of that 25 year old out of my trunk. He's starting to stink.
But seriously folks.
I have decided to name my departed left nut Bo, after Rooster Cogburn's horse in True Grit. Like that Bo, mine gave me no reason to cuss over 63 years. However, like all dead horses, I'm happy to be rid of him.
