Well, upon reading this unfortunate tale, I thought maybe it was time to go on a little trip downstairs and have a fiddle around...
...after some serious masterbation I then started checking for lumps.

And found two.
Now of course I was utterly petrified and went to see my doctor immediately. She had a play around (she was very attractive but I was metaphorically crapping my pants, so nothing embarassing, er... came up... so to speak.
I had to go and have them checked out- all the scans etc. I don't know if the process is different in the US, but suffice to say I had someone scratching my bollocks for half the morning while I stared up at the ceiling counting how many holes there were in the tiles.
175... just so you know (25x25)

So, I had some urology tests done and a checkup from a cancer specialist and got the results back yesterday. I guess I am extremely lucky in that mine was not serious- merely one of those unusual occurences.
I think the moral of the story is guys (and ladies of course, though in different 'zones'

) to check yourself regularly.
(I almost said "check yourself before you wreck yourself" I reckon that would make a powerful advertisment campaign...)
Anyway, thank you Munch, thank you so much.
