Yesterday I received the worst news ever in my life thus far.
After doing an ultrasound, I was found to have a Dermoid Cyst. It's a type of tumour. Will be undergoing surgery in a bid to remove it. Dermoid Cyst containsn teeth and hair. In complex cases, they contain eyes, bone, etc.
Doesn't the thought of it disgust you? Well, probably not. A lot of time, we tend to say comforting words to people who are going through difficult phases in life. The thing is, whenever you say such comforting words, do you REALLY feel, understand and empathise with the person you are saying this to? Touch your heart, ask yourself again. This episode has been so tough for me. But it made me think. Did I use to understand the suffering of those who were really ill in the past? No, I didn't.
You never understand the agony unless you have gone through all this yourself. This is an indisputable fact.
Sure, this whole thing creeps me out. I try my best to live my life fully, to trash away thoughts of this weird, ugly looking, monstrous tumour living in me. It's so difficult. Then again, what's the point of telling people around me that? They wouldn't understand, well, as if they would, right?
Sometimes I look back at my life and think. I honestly think my life is a DRAMA. Everything that happens is so dramatic, so unpredictable. Going through this at such a young age, I guess, is just another opportunity for me to cope with things in life better. I know deep down that I have grown so much more mature than most people. I do know that.
If I can tide over this phase successfully, I really wonder, what will bring me down in life? I have been through hell, man. Have you?
