Nelson Vergel
Founder, ExcelMale.com
"I'll never forget that phone call in December 2010. The doctor's name flashed on caller ID. I knew the verdict was in on my prostate biopsy.
I held my breath as the urologist told me I had cancer.
I had done some homework but nothing prepared me for that call on a Friday evening.
There's no way around it. I was confronting the Big C.
The call triggered many questions -- and a twinge of anxiety. What was going to become of me? Could the tumor be treated? Should it be treated? Was my will in order?
I had all weekend to contemplate the pathologist's report. I fretted a lot. Waiting for that office visit was excruciating.
I saw the urologist early the following week. He said cancer could be cured with a prostatectomy. He had a slot in the OR the following week."
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I held my breath as the urologist told me I had cancer.
I had done some homework but nothing prepared me for that call on a Friday evening.
There's no way around it. I was confronting the Big C.
The call triggered many questions -- and a twinge of anxiety. What was going to become of me? Could the tumor be treated? Should it be treated? Was my will in order?
I had all weekend to contemplate the pathologist's report. I fretted a lot. Waiting for that office visit was excruciating.
I saw the urologist early the following week. He said cancer could be cured with a prostatectomy. He had a slot in the OR the following week."
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