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.