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At the kids’ doctors appointment earlier this week, our pediatrician told us that one of Noah’s testicles has not descended as it should. He said it’s nothing to worry about now, but that if it still has not descended by the time he is six, Noah would be referred to a urologist and might need surgery.
I didn’t make the correlation on my own, but when I told my mom, she laughed and blurted, “No wonder he likes his uncle Darrell so much.”
I don’t know if it’s really true or not, but, according to family “legend,” my uncle Darrell was born with only one ball. Supposedly he had surgery when he was 40 because one testicle had not descended. That’s not necessarily funny in and of itself, but consider this: It’s also family “legend” that while my uncle Ken was born with the standard pair, my uncle Scott was born with three. So, my grandparents had three sons; The first son had one ball, the second son had two balls, and the third son had three. It’s probably a good thing their other two children were girls…