From my research, it seems that Choriocarcinoma is the Mike Tyson of cancers. It's fast and aggressive. Once unleashed it attacks the lungs, brain, kidneys and liver. And it doesn't give a f*ck about the Queensbury rules.
The pathologist's formal report showed that my Choriocarcinoma had escaped from my ex-testicle and into my bloodstream, and was now lurking all over my body. I needed further examinations of my head, chest and abdomen to see if any of my organs were under attack. More x-rays, CT scans and blood tests ensued.
Some good news: my brain, lymph nodes and kidneys appeared fine. I didn't have Hepatitis B. My hormone marker had dropped, but was still dangerously high. The lungs seemed OK, but the x-ray wasn't clear enough to say for sure.
Dr Jimmy said we could be 'cautiously optimistic' and referred me to a highly respected oncologist (cancer specialist), Dr Karmen Wong. She's a feisty, straight-talking, no-nonsense lady with tortoiseshell glasses.