Under The Knife

The only time I’ve been in hospital on my own account

Photo by Austrian National Library on Unsplash

The decision to have a vasectomy was, to me, the obvious one. We were in our late 20s, early 30s. My stepdaughter was five, our son a rambunctious toddler approaching his first birthday at ramming speed! Anne had been on the pill for years before having Jen, and was now using the coil, but didn’t really like it. Time for something more permanent…