I really don’t know which is worse, the fact that what we thought was a testicle is actually a hernia or that the other testicle is nowhere to be seen! It is one thing right after the other, man!
Jake is going under the knife at the end of August/beginning of September. One testicle is accounted for. The left one, might have killed itself! Yeah, that is what the Urologist said, “it might have killed itself, so it is nobody’s fault”. I did give him this weird look.
If the doc can’t find it near the groin he will have to make a little incision on Jake’s belly and introduce a camera to go on a testicle hunt. Ouch. I am so glad I am a girl. Love you to death my boy, but not having to have a doctor hunting for my testicles is nice. (LOVE YOU!) Chance is there is no left testicle. But doc guaranteed that this doesn’t mean he will be infertile or that he won’t be able to grow chest hair (which, in my opinion, is gross anyway).
Hopefully next time we go to the hospital is because I broke something. I have always wanted to break a bone. I am one of those crazy people that walk this planet.
Next week I will have the surgery date and the countdown to another nervous breakdown will begin. Oh, man!