I'd like to tell you about a moment in my life recently that had me very frightened. A few weeks ago, during a normal shower washing, I found a lump on my scrotum. Scared me to no end. I, of course, immediately decided it was nothing, didn't exist, figment of my imagination. Still, I couldn't concentrate at work, couldn't sleep at home, couldn't handle stress.... Finally, a coworker asked me why I was so uptight. Now, this isn't someone who I would call a good friend. He's more an acquaintance, but a decent person and one who has seen a few turns of this world. So, I told him. That, for me was the opening, the strength I needed to not just deny it but to have it checked out.
Two days later I'm in my doctor's office and she's got my balls in her hands. Good news: Cyst. No danger. I was so relieved! You see, my mother, my mother's mother and aunt, my dad's father - all had cancer. Was I next? Well, so far - no.
But, this does bring up this important post. Check them, guys! If you don't know how - I'm including a little pic down below to give instruction. If you are really cute, give me a call - I'll check them for you :)
