A cancerous right testicle has been removed.
It is currently being analysed (yuk).
I'll have a few more scans in coming weeks to see if/where the cancer may have spread.
I thought they'd simply make an incision in my 'scrotal sac' and take out the diseased gonad. In fact, the procedure involves making a cut just above the groin and removing it through there.
Hence I'm pretty sore today (back home). And walking about like an 88-year-old man. Nice.
They haven't yet placed a prosthetic testicle in my empty pouch, so aside from a little post-operative fluid, my ball bag's flapping around like an empty money purse.
Rather than place a prosthetic nut in my 'scrote' I suggested they put a hacky sack in there. Then, when I'm in the pub I can make money by betting people that I won't flinch when they put the shoe in. And given it's a hacky sack, I can get a whole lot of guys in a round circle to have a go.
My other thought was a Kinder Surprise. Then I'd always know there was something good in there (as opposed to the evil thing they've just extracted).
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