This is regarding an event that happened about two months ago, but I felt as though I should still document it so I could retain all the things I learned from the experience. And also people were asking questions about it, so I felt it was easier to just answer them all at once haha. Sorry it’s so late tho..
Around Mid-January of this year, I went through surgery to remove a dermoid cyst under my neck. And apparently it’s been sitting there since birth, but it kinda played ninja on me for 24 years without showing any signs before it started to grow. I noticed it first in August, and since then I had to go in for a few appointments and get some scans until I finally removed it in January. But before going through the whole process, things got kind of complicated because of scheduling conflicts, and I didn’t have any health insurance. When discussing my options with the medical advisers, I was told I could either leave the dermoid there and risk a chance of it eating the sensory glands in my tongue, or I could go through an operation to get it removed. But since I didn’t have any medical insurance, I knew it would be expensive. I didn’t know what to do, and I felt pretty lost. But through the support and persuasion of my parents and other mentors, I took a leap of faith and decided to get the surgery. And thankfully later on, God graciously provided the resources from Carle Hospital to cover all of my finances so I didn’t have to pay a single cent for the pre-surgery appointments or the actual surgery :). (#Godissososososogood).
For anyone who has been through surgery, you will know just how uncomfortable and hassling of a process it is, both during and after. For me, it was definitely one of the worst experiences of my entire life and not something I would ever want to go through again haha. Of course during the actual surgery I was knocked out with anesthetics so I don’t remember much, but when I woke up, I felt the sickest I ever felt. I had no ability to think or take care of myself, and for everything I needed someone to literally hold my hand and guide me everywhere. I left the hospital on a wheelchair, needed to be spoon fed my first meal, and even when going to the bathroom I needed someone to support me. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t stand, and I couldn’t even do anything while lying down. I think I probably died more from boredom then from any after-surgery pain.
But one thing I definitely learned through this is that I should never take my health for granted. Seriously, what a freaking huge blessing it is just to be able to walk on your own, to feed yourself, to dress yourself, go to the bathroom by yourself, and just do anything by yourself. I can’t imagine just how much harder it would be to do everyday things because of not being able to do these things on your own. And this realization also hit me as a wave of rebuke because these days I’ve just been complaining so much. But what right do I have to complain when I seriously have so much to be thankful for? This heart of thankfulness has really pushed me to use and take advantage of what I have been blessed with. As horrible of an experience as it was, and even though I have this ugly gash on the side of my neck that will probably be permanent, God has opened my eyes to things I have been blind to and for that I feel as though the entire experience was worth it.
And yes of course I am thankful, but I honestly neverevereverever want to go through another surgery again omgsh…haha