Over a year ago, I felt something wasn't quite right; there was an ache. I ignored it for a very long time because I didn't want any impact on my life, work, travel plans, etc. I was frightened, and I felt like my professional and personal schedules took priority. However, the pain became a visible lump on my testicle. It grew. As did the ache. Naturally, I assumed the worst, yet still did nothing about it!
Thankfully, with the support of loved ones, I eventually took myself to my GP, and the process had started. Yes, it felt awkward, but it was necessary. Lots of "please cough" and "are you able to..." After a little while, you get used to being fondled by doctors and dropping trousers on command. You find the humour in it.
A jelly-filled ultrasound and an oddly relaxing MRI later, they diagnosed a very simple (long word beginning with E) and it needed to be removed. Letters flew back and forth, appointments and assessments to ensure I was fit for surgery. Today is the day!
We are so lucky to have our National Health Service and all who work for this public amenity. You might wait a while, the receptionist might be a little miserable sometimes, but the end goal is the same. This lump could have been a lot more serious, and without the support I have received from everyone around me, I would have continued to be very uncomfortable for a very long time. I dare not think what it could have become.
Men should talk more. Ladies are stronger than us, and the male species should be the same! How are you feeling? Don't be afraid; you'll never know until you get it checked out.
Initially, it might take a while to get somewhere, but trust that someone out there is working hard to help you.
Use trusted sources to find out more information, and follow it up with a professional opinion.