So we’ve had a roller-coaster week. My dear husband had a left side orchiectomy due to discovering a lump in his left testicle. This was him 2 days after his surgery. I’ve been putting up a good show of things but I’ve been a complete mess. His beautiful body’s been savaged. He’s so beaten up the poor love. I’d been worried I was going to lose him. I’ll be honest and say I would have followed him had that happened. The good news is it’s all moot. He doesn’t have cancer, he’s healing, he looks much better than this already. His equipment still works, I gave him oral a few nights ago to our mutual delight and I’m planning on (gently) fucking him later. HE DOESN’T HAVE CANCER. My life can move forward.