Tonight feels like as good a night as any to give a brief rundown of events of the last several years that have led me to where I am today – a timeline of sorts.
On Monday, November 9, 2009, I was fired from the job I had held for the past five years. On Saturday, November 14, 2009, I got married to the love of my life. I don’t know if “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times” applies here, but I don’t think it’s entirely inaccurate to say that one of the worst weeks of my life was also one of the best weeks of my life.
On Friday, April 1, 2010, I was diagnosed with testicular cancer. On Wednesday, July 7, 2010, I was pronounced in remission. Neither of the last two statements make me special, but being diagnosed with cancer was one of the best things to ever happen to me and one of the worst things to ever happen to me. The treatment plan for me was pretty simple and straightforward – scans, surgery, more scans, nine weeks of blood draws and chemotherapy, more scans. I chose to view it as being sidetracked for a couple of months. Some (but not all) people’s view of me changed forever, for whatever reason. I don’t know if I would say that they expected less of me, but they certainly implied that I needed help to do things I used to be able to do on my own. I certainly wasn’t one hundred percent during that time, but I wasn’t an invalid, either. I find it interesting that they chose to focus on the “cancer” part of “cancer survivor” instead of the “survivor” part.
On Monday, August 30, 2010, our first son was born. On Thursday, January 26, 2012, our second son was born. My wife and I agreed that the best way to find out that chemotherapy hadn’t rendered me sterile was to find out that she was pregnant again. Someday, when our boys are older, I’ll explain to them what it means to be fired, to be a cancer survivor, and many other thing. In the meantime, I’ll focus on being the best dad and husband that I can be.