Taking care of my man

This isn’t particularly sexual.

Roles have been reversed this last week. My husband is usually the one taking care of me, I’ve been the one taking care of him. He had surgery a week ago. He’s been following a lump in his scrotum for a year and a half. He’s old enough that he’s not in the high-risk group for testicular cancer so they did an ultrasound that said ‘yup, there’s something there, we’re just not sure what it is.’ It was small so they decided to watch it. There’s no way to biopsy suspected testicular cancer apparently – just take out the testicle or leave it. He did an ultra every 6 months and the last one did show a change. It didn’t grow but it changed appearance apparently to the point where his urologist said, ‘time for it to come out.’

They did the surgery last week, outpatient. My poor baby has an incision that looks like Harry Potter’s scar only in his groin. He’s black and blue like a sub’s ass on impact night. Surprisingly, he was up and about pretty darned quickly. I’ve been having to hold him back otherwise he’d have hurt himself. I went out Friday night with the girls and came home to him icing himself. He decided he was well enough to do some ‘gentle Kendo katas’. Idiot. Happily he was smart enough to stop when it hurt. That was the morning he woke up with wood so he was feeling pretty pleased with himself. Apparently he had been worried.

Last night I took him in my mouth. He had been asking me to. It was supposed to be ‘no strenuous activity for 2 weeks’ so I firmly said no to sex as I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word ‘non strenuous’ when it comes to that but I did agree to a gentle 69. I’m happy to report all the bits and pieces work as they’ve always worked. He reports no difference in sensation and I certainly didn’t notice any difference.

We won’t know the pathology results until the end of the week. If you’re the praying type, add one for him please.