I remember waking up early one Monday morning with a sharp pain in my groin.  Sharp to the point of almost fainting.  Sharp to the point of my vision fading and swimming.  A few hours later, my voice shaky, I called my wife from the emergency ward of the RBWH to tell her that I had to have immediate surgery on my testicles, and may even lose one, and that my ability to have children was at risk.

-25 April 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.