For I am a dreamer...

I went under the knife last 17th of June. HA. Exactly 10 freaking years since that lifechanging moment happened to me. Funny how life works.  Anyway, yes. I travelled to another island to get things situated and done for. It was all kinds of anxiety-inducing. Going into a big hospital in a completely different place mostly ALONE(thank God they allowed my mom to come with me on the day of the surgery), all the while thinking about what could happen. It was difficult. Surgery went well, but something happened during the near end of the procedure. I got burnt. As to the exact reason why? I honestly do not know. So, on top of my healing surgical site, I am also tending to burns around it. I did not bother to do legal shenanigans and whatnots cause really, I understand. I work in an OR myself. Got the biopsy results yesterday, and thank the heavens. It's benign. Although, understanding the findings indicated, I think I still have a greater risk of developing cancer in the future. Guess

The last time I wrote in here was in the car-wreck that is 2020. Has a lot changed since then? Not really. Minutely, I guess. I still am working in the same hospital, same department, with roughly the same people. No new updates on my love life either. On the other hand, the cases of COVID 19 has dwindled down as of late, and things have been slowly getting back to  pre-pandemic days . Health-wise though? That's where things have gone a whole lot sketchier. I really just could not catch a break. In a few week's time, I will know whether or not I actually have cancer. Huh.  How do I feel about that? I can't say I am 100% shocked, to be honest. I've always had this inkling that I'd die young. I remembered telling one of my bestfriends back in the day (we were around 15/16ish), that yes, I had a feeling I wouldn't make it past 40.. or 30 even. Of course, I never thought about it too much, but somehow, it just makes me think.  I have always been right  about things