I hadn't been to the doctor in over two years, but now I was about to meet three new ones in less than a week.
PUBLISHED March 27, 2018
Justin Birckbichler is a fourth grade teacher, testicular cancer survivor and the founder of aBallsySenseofTumor.com.
From being diagnosed in November 2016 at the age of 25, to finishing chemo in January 2017, to being cleared in remission in March, he has been passionate about sharing his story to spread awareness and promote open conversation about men's health.
Connect with him on Instagram @aballsysenseoftumor, on Twitter @absotTC, on Facebook or via email justin@aballsysenseoftumor.com.
A few days after finding a lump on my left testicle in late 2016, I arrived at the doctor's office and had to fill out a ton of paperwork. Up to this point in my life, I had the world's most boring medical history: scoliosis when I was younger, wisdom teeth out at 17, slightly above average height and weight and no family history of testicular cancer. After discussing with her the reason for my visit and my enthralling medical history, she told me to drop my pants so she could examine me.
Initially, the doctor had an issue with finding the lump. In my mind, I knew exactly where it was, and I was flabbergasted that it was hard to find, but I also know my body best. Eventually, she found it and confirmed yes, there was a lump. She said that the next step was to get an ultrasound. Before going into the appointment, I knew that I wouldn't have answers immediately that day, but it was frustrating that I had to wait even longer for a more defined picture of what I would be facing.
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