12/03/2025
Almost Two years ago na😥, a small bump appeared on my armpit, It wasn’t painful at first, so I thought little of it. Maybe it was just a pimple, or something that would go away on its own. But over time, it didn't vanish. Instead, it grew a little bigger, and that's when I started to worry. 😩
I went to the doctor, and after some tests, I was told it was a cyst. Nothing to be too scared of, they said, but still something that needed to be monitored. At that point, the thought of surgery crossed my mind, but I wasn’t ready to take that step. The fear of being in the hospital, the thought of the pain after the operation, and the uncertainty all kept me hesitant.
Over the course of two years, I learned to live with it. There were days when I would forget about it entirely, when it didn't bother me at all. But there were also days when I would feel it, slightly uncomfortable or a bit more noticeable. Yet, I kept thinking, “Maybe it’ll go away on its own.”
I always knew, deep down, that I had a choice to leave it as it is or to face my fear and go through with the surgery. But I kept telling myself, “Maybe tomorrow,” or “Next month, I’ll make that decision.” And here I am, two years later, still thinking about it, still weighing my options.
The cyst may not have caused me any major issues yet, but every now and then, I wonder about the future. Will I regret waiting too long? Will it become something bigger than I anticipated? But for now, I continue to live my life, balancing the uncertainty of what could be with the hope that it will eventually resolve itself.
Perhaps one day I will take that step and have the surgery, but for now, it’s still a part of my story—of waiting, of living with it, and of learning to trust the process. One day, when I’m ready, I’ll take action. Until then, I continue to live my life, keeping the cyst in the back of my mind, hoping that the future will bring clarity🙏 🥺