The second moment arrived along with the birth of my son Luck. I grew up without a father; he left home before I was able to walk. So I vowed that if I ever had a child, I would be there for him in every way—the whole way.
Because of cancer, having a child would obviously not be easy. I had my sperm frozen. Kristin had to have an operation, and Luke was conceived by in vitro fertilisation. He developed normally, but Kristin had trouble during the delivery4. The baby was in crisis and doctors had to use forceps. He was tiny, blue, not crying and his lungs weren’t filling with air. So they grabbed him from Kristin, whisked him into a side room, put a mask over his face and pumped air into his lungs.
I remember I was just standing there helpless, Kristin looking at me, asking, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”And I didn’t have any answers. I could see the doctors working, yet I was helpless. I have been through lot of scary stuff, but that