“Papa has a bump, a bump filled with bad cells.” This is what we told our children 6 & 4 when we discovered this May that my man has cancer. He is a healthy 37 year old. He had a small hard bump on his pubic bone for a while and suddenly noticed in January that it had gotten bigger. He ignored it a while longer and then in April finally went to the doctor. We thought it was a hernia.
The doctor ruled out hernia and ordered blood work and a CT scan. The blood work came back fine and I sighed a huge sigh of relief! Silly me. After the CT scan my man met with a surgical oncologist who believed it was a Desmoid Tumor, a benign form of sarcoma. My man had a biopsy on May 12th and on May 18th I received a call from the doctor. She wanted to discuss my husband’s biopsy results with me, I immediately burst into tears.
We are told he is lucky in many ways; the tumor isn’t attached to anything important, it is operable, it hasn’t metastasized, but it is high grade which means it wants to. Since the original diagnosis we have had nothing but good news. But it is still cancer and it is still the scariest thing that has ever happened to us. My mother died of cancer when I was 24. It is hard to separate this cancer from hers, it is hard to believe doctors when they say my man will be fine, I have heard that before.
My man is German, and he is a Data Analyst. Thank god for small wonders. He is so calm and rational through this. I joke that I am freaked out enough for both of us. I hope to relieve my body of the physical hardships of being freaked out 24 hours a day by writing this blog. Maybe it will be useful for others as well. I do respond to stress with sometimes inappropriate/black humor so consider yourself warned.