I remember waking up one morning in late November 2016 with a sharp pain in my groin. No real explanation for it, but a call to the nurses hotline suggested I should go to hospital. An hour or so later I was (very) shakily speaking to my wife to tell her that I was about to go into surgery, and that there was a chance they might remove a testicle. And the Valium coursed through me as I spoke, and I suppose I was calm.
-18 February 2017
This post is part of the I Remember series.