Death Cheater

Yesterday, I need to get up early in the morning.

I had an appointment with a doctor. A surgeon of oncology.

I felt plain on the way to the hospital.

It won’t be the same as I arrived and saw so many people with tumor.

Suddenly, I felt insecure.

Afraid.

Afraid of realizing that this tumor is the bad one.

Couple months ago, I felt there is something in my left breast.

Something that these couple weeks been annoying me.

I am a healthy life adorer.

I don’t eat meat, I don’t smoke but my dad , as I remembered had a little surgery on his lips because of tumor.

Not a bad one but that gives me cue that I might have it too since it’s genetic.

Well, the result of Mammae USG on my left breast said that I have it not only one but two.

I hope that that’s not the bad one and hope that I don’t have to dealing with the surgery knife.

I wouldn’t asking nor blaming God ,”Why?”

But I’m curios of what the doctor will told me, how and why I have this.

And trying to arrange next step to face this.

Now, I am officially a death cheater.