The Recovery

Orchiectomy Complete and Testicular Cancer Still Unconfirmed, I Had to Recover

As soon as I got home from surgery, I took my first round of Percocet. When I took my Vicodin when I had wisdom teeth, it had a huge effect on me. It killed all pain and also made me loopy. The same was true with the Percocet, which knocked the pain down to a minor discomfort. However, it caused no other side effects. Between the Percocet and the local anesthesia still in my body, for the first day, I was in little pain overall.

Dr. Dumont also prescribed 50 cc of Conner snuggles, to be taken every thirty minutes

Each of the following days had a different level of pain. When the anesthesia wore off, more pain hit me. When I switched to Advil versus Percocet, more pain hit me. At times, the pain was overbearing and hard to manage. You don’t realize how important your core and your groin are for everyday movement until it’s cut open. Sometimes I could walk, sometimes I couldn’t. Mallory had to more or less do everything for me for the first two days. She would bring me food in bed, my toothbrush, change my clothes, help me to the bathroom (or bring a bucket if I couldn’t make it), and literally anything else. Without her, I don’t know what I would have done for this whole recovery process.

Small, but important improvement

I made it a goal to move a little more each day. The day of the surgery, I only made it to the bathroom and back. The following day, I was able to walk around the room. A few days after that, I was able to do stairs. Each day I pushed it further, but I always felt the consequences of that choice shortly thereafter.

I am a fiercely independent person. That is one thing I have struggled with most in this whole recovery process. I like people doing things for me if I so choose, but if I have to be dependent on others, I highly dislike it. I am embarrassed that I had to pee in a bucket sometimes because I did not have the strength to get to the bathroom, but I felt safe and secure while doing so. However, my experience was not as pleasant as the “bucket filling” (rewards for positive and kind actions) endeavors my elementary school was starting on.

Mistakes were made

Even though everyone told me to rest up, I wanted to gain back my independence as much as I could. I wanted to walk alone and have my full range of motion, but the pain wasn’t something I could ignore. The two worst moments of agony happened within 24 hours of each other. The first was when I tried to shower. This was 3 days post-surgery and 4 days since my last shower. I’m sure I smelled lovely by then. I hadn’t fully mastered standing for extended periods of time yet, but I needed to shower. I realized all of my strength needed to be spent standing, so Mallory would need to actually wash me.

As soon as I entered the shower, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. The act of standing for five minutes was excruciating, not to mention the heat from the water made everything hurt even more. Somehow, we got through it and I got out to dry off. More pain. Exhausted, I made it back to bed.

Regaining more control

A typical day of recovery followed the same sort of pattern. I would wake up and have breakfast brought to me. After that, I took some sort of pain meds and watched Netflix or a movie for a while. Then, I’d write to my students on Google Classroom. That usually killed about an hour. I really enjoyed and looked forward to writing back and forth to them. I learned a lot about them and forged even deeper relationships with them, even though I wasn’t even in the room. Each and every one of them showed genuine concern and worry for me, even though at that point, they thought I was out for a routine leg surgery. I truly have some awesome students.

Once I was done with writing, I usually tried to get some walking in. Some days would be better than others, but I always needed to ice my incision immediately afterwards. The remainder of the day would be spent resting, reading, watching TV or movies, and playing video games. I read about four books, watched over ten movies, and beat one video game. Under normal circumstances, this sounds like an ideal way to spend a day, but it loses its luster after about five days of being limited to only that. Thirteen days is akin to torture. I tried to spend time sleeping, but pain had a tendency to wake me up in the middle of the night and during naps.

Thinking about facing down testicular cancer

I also spent a great deal of time thinking about what had just happened. Medical professionals have no idea what causes cancer. As I mentioned, this makes it hard to believe in a higher power because it doesn’t seem fair. I know my situation could be much worse and I’m thankful that it’s not. I also know it’s such a cliche to say, “Why me?” But cancer gives a person a lot to process in a short amount of time. However, the brevity of this whole thing has been somewhat of a blessing. I have only had time to act, not to react. On the whole, I deal with life logically. Worrying wouldn’t give me any less cancer, so I didn’t worry. I wondered why this happened, but I know ultimately, I would never know and that speculation doesn’t help.

At times, I was angry and irritable, not because of the pain but for the injustice cancer was to me. However, I also didn’t sink into sadness or despair. I was upset about losing my independence briefly and for losing a part of me, but I was never truly sad. Every time someone asked me how I was doing, they were always shocked at me handing it with humor and positivity. This attitude lends itself to numerous jokes and I would prefer to handle my cancer diagnosis with a positive outlook rather than being downtrodden about it. People might say that’s me masking my pain, and to an extent it is, but this is also how I am choosing to deal with my cancer.

Testicular cancer is officially confirmed

On Wednesday, November 2, five days after surgery, Dr. Dumont called. The biopsy had been completed and it was confirmed – I had cancer. My mom was with me that day, and she asked me repeatedly if I was ok. I was entirely ok; almost relieved. My gut instinct had been confirmed. I was now officially a cancer patient.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t know how I would have handled it if it came back negative. I had been through a massive surgery and a painful recovery. To do all of that and lose what I did, only to find out it was all for naught, would have been more devastating than hearing the words “you officially have cancer.”

Click here to read the next part of my story, in which I share about telling more people of my diagnosis.

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15 Responses

  1. dclough says:

    Oh man, Justin, this brought back bad memories of my hernia surgery. I could almost feel your pain! Agonizingly descriptive 🙂 I really appreciate how honest you are in this blog, not only about your physical struggles, but your emotional struggles as well… even questioning a "higher power" and the injustice of it all. That's deep, Justin. As a guy who is sincerely praying for you and doesn't really know what to say most of the time, I'd just encourage you to ask God those questions personally. Then see if there are any answers in his Book. I know I've had to do that over and over in my own life, and it's proven more helpful than anything else I can think of. Sending you a virtual hug, Justin! You are an amazing person.

  2. dclough says:

    Oh man, Justin, this brought back bad memories of my hernia surgery. I could almost feel your pain! Agonizingly descriptive 🙂 I really appreciate how honest you are in this blog, not only about your physical struggles, but your emotional struggles as well… even questioning a "higher power" and the injustice of it all. That's deep, Justin. As a guy who is sincerely praying for you and doesn't really know what to say most of the time, I'd just encourage you to ask God those questions personally. Then see if there are any answers in his Book. I know I've had to do that over and over in my own life, and it's proven more helpful than anything else I can think of. Sending you a virtual hug, Justin! You are an amazing person.

  3. Thanks, Dave! It's definitely been a time of contemplation about life.

  4. Thanks, Dave! It's definitely been a time of contemplation about life.

  5. Ken Lane says:

    This definitely takes me back! I was prescribed Hydrocodone, but decided to only take them before bed or if the pain was unbearable because I had heard one of the side effects was constipation (don't need to straining on the John with that kind of incision). I actually experienced most relief while standing and walking was fine, but sitting in a chair (bending at the waist) was a no-go. I had to basically avoid my cat for the week because he likes to quickly jump off me. He jumped on and off me once, paws-first onto my incision, and I felt like someone scabbed in the crotch with a knife. I must have let out a terrible noise because my wife's face turned white. I thought a week of movies, books, and music would be nice, but boredom soon took over and I was dying to get out of my house by day 3. I felt like a prisoner in my house and in my thoughts. Because the removed tumor was still out to pathology, my mind would race with every possibility. I wondered how much time I had left. I would lay awake at night, picturing my wife feeding my cat all alone after I was dead. Man, cabin fever is a real thing! I had my surgery on a Monday and by Friday, I was dying to get back to work and I did the following Monday. The time definitely helped me appreciate the things I had — my wife, family, home, physical ability, etc. Thanks for sharing.

  6. Ken Lane says:

    This definitely takes me back! I was prescribed Hydrocodone, but decided to only take them before bed or if the pain was unbearable because I had heard one of the side effects was constipation (don't need to straining on the John with that kind of incision). I actually experienced most relief while standing and walking was fine, but sitting in a chair (bending at the waist) was a no-go. I had to basically avoid my cat for the week because he likes to quickly jump off me. He jumped on and off me once, paws-first onto my incision, and I felt like someone scabbed in the crotch with a knife. I must have let out a terrible noise because my wife's face turned white. I thought a week of movies, books, and music would be nice, but boredom soon took over and I was dying to get out of my house by day 3. I felt like a prisoner in my house and in my thoughts. Because the removed tumor was still out to pathology, my mind would race with every possibility. I wondered how much time I had left. I would lay awake at night, picturing my wife feeding my cat all alone after I was dead. Man, cabin fever is a real thing! I had my surgery on a Monday and by Friday, I was dying to get back to work and I did the following Monday. The time definitely helped me appreciate the things I had — my wife, family, home, physical ability, etc. Thanks for sharing.

  7. Looks like we had some of the same experiences.

  8. Looks like we had some of the same experiences.

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