A Piece Of Mutton, Or Something

The night or two before the biopsy I had trouble sleeping. I thought I'd be cool about it but the subconscious had other concerns. This time there was a repeat of the tossing and turning. I am a little morbid about bad things happening. I guess thinking the worst helps me handle whatever the outcome would be. I blame television.

I got my biopsy results last Friday. Funny thing was that I forgot to get off at my intended train station to switch trains to get to the hospital. I took the path to work, before realising the literal error of my ways at Dhoby Ghaut. When I got off at Novena, I contemplated taking a bus but the SG Buses app told me the only bus I could take would arrive in 7 minutes. I would only need to take it one bus stop away. I didn't wanna sweat in our God-forsaken heat of late, ok.

I ended up walking nonetheless. They took my weight again. I couldn't understand why. The male nurse attending to me told me if I gained weight it would be a good sign. I told him it was the excesses from the Christmas - New Year - Chinese New Year season of overeating.

The doctor said there was no sign of malignancy. That was enough for me. But what was the spongy mass of benign curiosity in my right lung? A granuloma. Web definitions include "Non-cancerous lumps that can form when certain body cells surround foreign material, such as silicone. Like any lump, it should be evaluated to distinguish it from a lump that might be cancerous." "Granuloma is a medical term for a ball-like collection of immune cells which forms when the immune system attempts to wall off substances that it perceives as foreign but is unable to eliminate."

So my friends could be right - a piece of mutton.

The doctor also said it was shrinking. Double woohoos. She showed me Xray scans on her less than adequate monitors on her desk as evidence of her newly announced diagnosis.

So that concludes it. The first 2 months of medical drama for 2010.