Hi there, Can anyone explain the operation needed to correct an undescended testicle please. Also, has anyone had a son who needed this procedure? What were your experiences? Any help please!
Zarla

well, i dont have any great advice, but i will just tell you what i know. my first boyfriend that I was with all through high school and 2 years into college apparently had an undecended testicle when he was a boy (in the 80's) and it never descended, so he had to have it removed completely, leaving him with only one. i dont think that it is a big deal if that becomes the case, but i don't know about what happens in an operation to reverse it. please let me know if you find out!

Green Day Fan, Hi, I had an undescended testicle at a very young age also. I remember my mom talking to me when I was 14. We were in the car and she is a nurse and told me about a local 21 year old boy who recently died from testicular cancer. She asked me why my face was so pale, and I replied it was because my undescended testicle (that they "fixed" when I was young) was a whole lot smaller than the other one. So she scheduled an exam with a local urologist, who is very professional, and he told it to me in blatent terms. My undescended testicle was not growing, that it had to be removed or face almost imminent cancer in it. I fainted in his office. The choice was up to me, though. Nobody was going to force me to do it. There were chances that it was already cancerous because it had been "dead" for so long, because the first doctors actually cut the main artery in order to bring it up, and it lost it's main blood supply for all those years. So, I scheduled a surgery, had to talk to a phsychiatrist, had to take "anti-anxiety" medication for a long time. We scheduled the necessary surgery to remove my right testicle at Christmas time, which was over six months away. I felt very sad, depressed. I got drunk for the first time in my life, ended up in the hospital. I spat on the firemen that carried me in and told them I didn't care, that I was going to "die anyways." I was sure I had cancer, just absolutely sure. And how was I going to be after going into ninth grade missing my right testicle? (I had alcohol poisoning, 34% blood alcohol levels by the way) I smoked pot, drunk, cried myself to sleep at night listening to Fleetwood Mac's Rumours album. I specifically remember my next door brother yelling at me to shut up while I was crying and listening to "You Make Loving Fun"...."I never did believe in miracles,
But I've a feeling it's time to try.
I never did believe in the ways of magic,
But I'm beginning to wonder why."
Yes, I got yelled at. I just buried my face into my pillow and wailed away. I carved an RIP and my name into my wooden Western Chest in my room, I had my last moments with my departing member, which anybody in my shoes would have done the same. I remember the date, the Sixth of January, 1997, at 6:00 A.M.
I showed up at our local hospital and was tired, and nervous as.... The nurse bathed me, I felt like I was already dead being prepped for burial. I had to wear a gown, and I had to put on all these heart monitoring things and a numbing patch for my forehand where the i.v. would be inserted. I was allowed to keep my "Lucky" brand green t-shirt under my pillow throughout my surgery. I figured I needed a little extra luck to pull me through this. I layed on a bed and my psychiatrist showed and she administered a valium pill orally, which had no effect on me whatsoever as they wheeled me away from my room into this o.r. full of strange people in hospital scrubs and face masks. Was somebody getting cut open today? Oh yeah, me. I feel sick to my stomach. The nurse inserting my i.v. yelled at my to "act my age" because I was crying as she inserted the i.v. into my hand. And no sooner did I make another whimper, I woke up. I don't remember too clearly what immediately took place at post-op. The surgery was successful, and I was bedridden for a while. I felt bad because a nurse had to help me go pee into this metal pan. It was not pleasant at all. They had me on morphine and some other stuff. They exploded one of my fragile veins in my hand, and a lot of other stuff I'll leave out for times sake. I later learned that they biopsied the whole testicle, and a lymph node next to it, and they were non-cancerous!!!!! So, I'm still alive and doing well except for my wisdom teeth, which need removed. I'm still terrified of needles and stuff, so they'll have to do some major coaching to get me through this. All I have is an indented scar where they cut through my abdomen, which is just muscle growing around the site, and I never had any social problems with girls because they never even noticed, and I have a close-knit group of people that are even aware that I had the procedure done. Oh yeah, I'm 21 now. I am alive. I am well.


I hope things are going well for you, and if you want to e-mail any more specific questions, feel free micah_s2003@yahoo.com . :jester: