DH is having an Orchidectomy for Testicular Cancer tomorrow. Just over 4 weeks since he found the lump - it turned out to be a cyst but was sitting on top of a 1cm 'something else' which the consultant is suspicious of.
This is the first time in 4 weeks I have said it, and I'm not sure why I'm choosing to say it here. I am scared. Scared my whole contented life is about to come crashing down around my ears. Scared for me, for him, for DD, for what comes next.
I know what his chances of recovery are, that its very treatable, that the prognosis for someone in his 30's is pretty good. Just have this ball of dread in my stomach that I can't quite shake.