The pain is only in your testicle. Then, you are told the doctor needs to see you. After closing hours. Doctors don't stick around after closing hours to give you good news. And it wasn't.
Cancer never is.
This insidious, cowardly disease doesn't fight fair, doesn't acknowledge fair. It can devour the body from the inside sometimes without even disturbing you. It can paralyze the will, kill the spirit and wring every last ounce of energy and faith from one's soul. Usually, it's what the other guy gets, the guy down the street, the fellow across the desk from you, someone's aunt, but never you. And never if your name is Lance Armstrong.