u/Alternative-Low9346

I realized I had cancer in 2020; I just didn’t care. I thought the cancer would kill me sooner or later. In 2025, an ultrasound detected a mass in the retroperitoneum as a result of metastasis from testicular cancer. My family forced me to undergo chemotherapy, it was the worst time of my life. Now I don’t know if I’ll need more chemo, if I’ll need a surgery I can’t afford, or if I’ll lose my kidneys and end up on hemodialysis.

It seems ironic to me that many people who want to live die, while I’m still here.