Midway Through My Vasectomy, the Surgeon Said One Sentence That Told Me Something Was Very Wrong. – The Archivist

shaking hands: “I need you. Something’s very wrong. Can’t explain over text.”

His reply came within seconds: “Where are you?”

“UCHealth Anschutz. Recovery room. Can you pick me up? Don’t tell Nicole.”

“On my way. 20 minutes.”

Two days later, I sat across from Brandon in his cluttered office on Colfax Avenue, surrounded by file boxes and computer monitors continue reading …