On November 11, 2022, I turned 40. The usual jokes of “Once you hit 40, you start to fall apart” were plentiful that week. The next morning, I discovered a testicular lump.
I was a husband, father, and orthopedic surgeon when in just four weeks, I became a stage 1B embryonal cancer patient. Although I was never in denial about my circumstances, even today, I still feel disbelief.
I consider myself lucky that I was treated for one of the few cancers that can be “cured.” There were folks in
