November 11, 1977. That was the date my world crashed.
I was 28 and in good health. A lovely wife, new house and a 2-and-a-half-year-old son. I awoke from the operation to be told that my right testical had been removed and I had to have follow up ray treatment.
Thoughts rush in. Who would raise our son? How would my wife cope? Over the next couple of months the ray treatment had been completed and life continued.
Life was getting back to normal. After a routine check in august 1978 a spot was located in one of my lungs.
Again into hospital to have chemo. That was completed. We were told that we wouldn't be able to have any more children - they didn't keep sperm then.
July 31, 2002 we retired and sold our home. Our son married and we started on a 2-year trip around australia.
Well the trip continued until I was told that a malignant melonoma on my right arm had to be removed. Once again my thoughts were not good. This was 8 months ago. We are still on the road enjoying life.
Our son and his wife could not have children. They would not enjoy the pleasure of parenthood, we wouldn't be grand parents. Very soon all ths will change as they will be adoptive parents.
Life is good.