On his blog The Letting Go, Michael Popp recounts the initial moments in which he was curtly informed of his leukemia, "as if [I] was being asked if [I] wanted a receipt."
The doctor scribbles down two numbers. Its 4:30 they tell me. You need to get to a sperm bank immediately. The chemotherapy will make you infertile and if you have any desire to have children, you need to call these numbers and bank. I had known, for nearly 4 minutes that I had cancer. It hadn?t even begin to phase me and now I would be infertile. I picked up the paper, still unsure of everything that was going on and began to beg a woman with a thick accent on the other line for an immediate appointment.
On his way to deposit the sperm, he called his girlfriend:
The phone rang and she answered. I explained, rather plainly, I had cancer.
My chances of survival were good and that everything would be okay. As I told her, it became real. My voice began to break up as I made it block by block towards the bank. I was having trouble holding it together as I said the words to her, trying to reassure her there wasn?t anything to worry about. I was losing it, I told her I?d call her back, I couldn?t bear showing her how upset I was, I needed her to believe what I had said, knowing that I myself was completely unsure of what to expect. I had only known I had cancer for 15 minutes. I knew nothing.
(Photo by Tom Hart)
Source: http://andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com/2013/01/the-first-half-hour-of-cancer.html
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