I was just minding my own business yesterday when I felt there was lump right under my chin.
The first thought that came to my mind was – has my double chin ballooned to that size overnight?!
But then I felt it, rubbed it and peered into the mirror several times (hmmm, perhaps that was an understatement….but I think I did not try touching or looking at it for more than 50 times….maybe 40+ times, but definitely under 50).
By the end of the day, the small lump has hardened and grown. I am convinced by then this is no double chin. It could be a tumour! Perhaps even a cancerous one! Oh no! I am still so young! What am I to do if this is really cancerous?
Feeling disconcerted, I decided to go to the doctor for a good check.
The doctor listened to my ranting with the patience of Mother Teresa, and he was nodding his head the whole time, but made no attempt to touch the tumour.
I was the one who asked him, “Don’t you have to examine it?” and he said, “This is an infection of the lymph node.” OW! Am I going to die?
He then explained the diagnosis, symptoms, and treatment of a swollen lymph node to me at length, and I am shamed by my own ignorance. I am not going to die after all, and after I complete the dosage of antibiotics, I should continue to live.
And since I had a bad breakout just days before, I also shamelessly asked for some acne cream to treat those spots.
Now my doctor is no ordinary general practitioner. He is the best-looking doctor you will ever see. And kind-hearted to boot. With the patience of a saint. For single ladies who are looking for a tall, handsome, kind-hearted, patient man who is a doctor, sorry. He is happily married with three kids.