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Two weeks time came, off me and my mum went, again to the doctor’s by now, I was slightly relieved in what he had told me and wasn’t as nervous as I had been in the previous weeks before! Again the Dr. felt the lump, it was still there but he told us to come back in another two weeks, as I may be recovering more slowly from the cold that I had had.

Another two weeks came and off to the doctor’s we went yet again, I felt like a yo-yo, being thrown from one place to another, having no choice but to go where I was told! Same scenario happened, we sat down, waited for the doctor, and when we called in to his office, he felt my lump and it was no smaller, but it was no bigger either.

Dr. Clamp’s face suddenly changed, from being happy and smiley to concerned and worried, but no matter what his appearance, he still remained in a professional manner. I looked at mum, and mum looked at Dr. Clamp, he then told her he would like me to be referred to George Eliot Hospital, as he was getting quite concerned, that it hadn’t changed size, and it was remaining the size of a walnut.

I thought to myself then ‘I know what it is! It’s a cyst’ I thought to myself ‘thank god for that!’ I was prepared for him saying something like, I’m afraid you have some sort of disease, something along those lines anyway!

For the next few months, I started taking regular trips, to different departments of the George Eliot Hospital. Each time I visited I had a different test done, the first time I went I had a blood test, and then the next time I went I had a fine needle aspiration, each time the tests, seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

To my horror I watched, as my mums face was becoming more and more like an older woman’s, through worry and anger, although I knew she didn’t want to let me know, how she was feeling inside. This was making me more nervous as to what the fate of this lump that we had discovered actually was.

Finally on the 28th of November, our worries and concerns had come to an end, and the result of this mysterious lump was revealed, as though a magician revealing his tricks. That day about 2:00pm, we were called into Mr. Fagan’s room. He is a consultant that deals with the ear, nose and throat at George Eliot Hospital. I’d say he was coming up to the age of 50years old, he was a small, beady eyed little man with a two-toned beard, and wispy hair. He told me what everyone thought it was going to be, ‘a cyst’ but then he had a kind of puzzled look on his face, the sort of look a chess player, would have when deeply involved in a game. Mr. Fagan then asked if I could leave the room, while he talked to my mum and dad. I was a bit unsure but didn’t want to disagree with him and replied ‘OK!’

I was waiting outside for about 15minutes, although it seemed more like an hour, as I waited in anticipation. ‘TICK, TICK!’ was the only sound I heard until finally… I heard tears, and they weren’t any ordinary tears, they were tears from my mum. I could recognise them a mile away. The sound was ear piercing to me, it was the only sound, that seemed to be able to let me know exactly how my mum was feeling. The tears sounded like the call of a dolphin when looking for family or friends, a kind of high pitched, whaling sound. I ran straight to my dad and burst out crying, as my mum’s tears seemed to be haunting me, like a ghost playing on my mind. I was all worried, with anxiety and anger, as I wanted to know what had been said, that could have possibly made my mum so upset!