A Brothers Sperm, A Sisters Desire: A Desperate Cry for Family Ties My name is Kenneth. I am married to a lovely wife, who gave me 2 very very energetic children. I have a sister, Marge, who is a bit younger than me, but she is quickly approaching 40. She came to visit me one day, but asked that we have a chat alone. 'Kenny, Mark and I have been trying for 20 years, and have gone to many Gynae's to figure out a way to have a child. 'Well, yes, it must have been tough.', I interjected. 'Yeah, but also it has been extremely expensive. Mark's sperm count is extremely low, but the Lab said that his sperm looks damaged, something wrong with their movement.' She looked very worried, and was perspiring. She started to stammer a little, like she was building up to something big. I started wondering. Was she dying? Did she come to me to break the news? Was Mark ill? Did he have testicular cancer or something? 'I've come to ask for your help.', she asked. 'But please, don't judge me, and promise not to be mad, and never to talk about it, even to Lucy.', she asked earnestly. I saw her eyes start misting up, and shine in the light. After years and years of training, I knew exactly how to handle this. I took both her hands and looked her dead in the eyes and said, 'No matter what, I won't overreact, it's fine to talk to me about your problem.' She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. 'I would like if you could contribute some of your sperm to apply to myself and...... create a ...........', she said, trying to make it sound as unsexual and as mechanical as possible. I could feel absolutely nothing, I heard absolutely nothing, except the zinging in my ears. I saw her mouth moving after that but cannot tell what she was saying. I was deep in thought and left her hands and looked around for a chair to sit in. She came to me and kneeled on the ground in front of me. 'I'm so sorry, please, don't be disappointed.' In all my life this was hands down the wierdest thing. 'Can't you go to a sperm bank? …and then things took a turn
