So, Let Me Tell You About My Vasectomy
Or, how I learned to stop worrying and become a superhero
It’s a word that makes men cringe and double over in imagined pain. And, considering that we’ve been taught the “family jewels” are to be protected at all costs, it’s understandable. There’s also the very real pain we experience due to actual sensitivity — everyone knows a shot to the groin is typically the easiest way to bring down even the toughest of the tough. So why in the hell would anyone willingly let a doctor start hacking and slashing away down there?
A bit of history
I have two sons, now teenagers, from my first marriage (I’m widowed), and recently married a beautiful, brilliant woman who never thought she’d want children, but was immediately taken by my spectacularly legendary kids. As such, she was more than happy to take on the family life, but we both agreed we didn’t want to increase the number of spawn in our house. I’d already done 10+ years of single parenting (my first wife passed away from sickle cell disease complications when my kids were two years and three months old, respectively) and quite frankly had no desire to go back to the days of sleepless nights and diapers — even with help — and my new wife didn’t particularly have the desire to blast a human being out of her nether regions, period…
