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Of course after letting my mum know, my grandma started telling all these stories, about how she had a cyst in her neck and they had to cut it out in a small operation, and all the scenarios the lump could be. This didn’t particularly help me, in any way, but I thought to myself, I’d rather it was a cyst than meningitis, as I had never heard of a cyst being fatal. She waffled on a bit and kept on repeating herself a few times as elderly people usually do. Her and mum did seem pretty confident though, after the conversation that it was a cyst, so I had a notion that if the grown-ups told me that it must be true.
Mum had a feel of the lump and said, “It does seem a bit weird doesn’t it, its like below her ear and I’d say it’s about the size of a walnut!”
The next day I woke up, in my own bed, and ran downstairs to get some breakfast, I jumped the last few stairs and landed with a thud and whispered ‘sorry!’ to mum as I noticed she was on the phone. I walked slowly and quietly, taking one step at a time into the kitchen, but as I was doing so, I accidentally eaves dropped into mums conversation on the phone. I heard: “Yeah, yeah, well that’s what we thought it was but then, yeah, right, right, well when should I make and appointment for her to come and see you then? Alright then, that’s lovely bye now.”
I carried on into the kitchen, briskly stepping, so that my mum didn’t catch me eaves dropping, then she shouted me!
I approached her with curiosity, thinking she was going to tell me off because she had caught me listening into her conversation, she hates that! But, my mum looked at me in a deep gaze, and told me I had a doctor’s appointment for the next day. When I asked what for, she told me that her and grandma were just concerned, about the lump on my neck, they thought it was a cyst, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. I agreed, and carried on with the day as normally as I could, still something didn’t seem right, about the whole thing. It was all happening so fast, and if it was a cyst, it didn’t seem to me, like this much of a big deal should be made out of it. That’s when other thoughts begun entering my mind.
Next morning we were up at about 9:00am, and straight down the doctor’s for 10:00am, we had one of the early morning appointments, as I was classed as a somewhat emergency. We sat in the waiting room in silence, waiting for my name to be called… “Aimee Cotton please?” one of the receptionists told us to go straight through to see Dr. Clamp, so that’s what we did!
In Dr. Clamp’s office, everything was so neat and on the walls, there were pictures of his family and friends I presume. Every piece of furniture seemed to have its own space, and nothing was overcrowded by anything else. Dr. Clamp on the other hand, was very laid back and didn’t quite fit in, with the surroundings that were encircling him.
We sat down, he had a feel of my lump, and suggested it was a lymph node that was swollen due to the infectious cold I had had and told us to come back in two weeks time.
