In recent years, I learned little by little, this little lump in my life and lower left rib cage. Had not grown at an alarming rate — perhaps an inch a month, and it seemed only skin deep. Besides this, my health and activity was not affected, so I hesitate to visit the doctor.

How do I see my son grow up so fast, I finally decided it was time to make long-awaited visit to the hospital and Face the Music. I ended up having toFour separate trips to the hospital before I finally met the surgeon specialist. All three doctors who examined confidential diagnosed as irregular cell growth with fat "no potential danger."

Since I had no symptoms, the only way to check if the tumor was risky to remove surgically, and send to laboratory. The wait, or want to know how great is when I'm the 50th I finally decided it was better to go with it, not how I wanted to run the risk of growtha malignant tumor, or the ability to spread to adjacent organs at an alarming rate.

The operation was so swift. Over time, I was tied to the bed in the morning of surgery Tuesday at 9.30ish in the morning, I was mentally and physically humble anticipation of the previous speaker.

The operation of the government hospital sector Samut Songkhram was on the second floor (about 10 floors). Lucky My favorite color is green, because I would completely engulf andsurrounded by the color gradient for the hospital morning exciting.

conducted shortly after the arrival of 8:30, the historic center, assistant nurse "me in the locker room. green shade of faded hospital blankets were varied as a hidden bay in the Andaman jungles. After confirming that they are all the same size are states, I took a T-shirt and sarong-style fabric from the top of the pile.

My sister had to sit on a chair in a corridor of other sections separated mainly by steelwindow glass and walls. On the back of me was the glass wall of the reception and check-in.

In my separate corridor, about 2 meters in front of my left, there were two elderly female patients are in hospital beds furniture, each with a cylinder-type bandage on one of his eyes.

There are three chairs against the wall right with a woman in an armchair in the bottom right. I sit on the far left. The 40 something woman sits nervously in the green meds. I knew fromPrevious day that I, the tail, according to the manager this morning, when a female is designed to remove some growth in their nipples.

To hurry the conversation. "What to do more for the surgery?" I pointed to my belly and told her that I had to remove a large tumor. I could not dare ask in exchange for the inconvenience caused.

In a flash, she disappears from the glass door on the right side, where half a dozen or so visibly numbered operating room. Onthe visible wall, gave me big blackboard up to 30 names, along with age, notes on the nature of the operation, doctors and names.

I was second on the list, my name in Thai and doctors, but the kind of speech in English. In my name and age listed Reo Lipo ', whatever that means?

When I was in a dark room watching a nurse was waiting tend to patients in beds and chitter chatter on mobile with an older sister and I did what I do, and all other thingsThe anticipation of higher surgeon scalpel.

Through the glass window / wall on the left side, I could see and hear my son making faces, jumping and calling the attention of a group of girls in the waiting area. caught with this vision in my head, I sat upright and began my breath too long controlled breaths to regulate how to calm the nerves.

In some cases, the nurse came in and I nearly jumped out of my pants. "Be patient until you arrive very soon," he said inThai and then leave the room.

As I lay on my back, arms and legs like a horror movie black and white buckle (or green and white for that matter), I can not do anything but a piece of hospital and face an occasional assistants Picco see the paper to see my expression.

First, he washed my left abdominal area, and my heart began pounding as I knew it was early. Then the last warning came as a woman's voice said that "it is onlygoing a little 'more and more pain, until I finally felt the pinch of anger and Sting needles at various points.

After a couple of Swallow, understands and brings his fist, my stomach felt very numb on the left. I felt some small train on my skin, but absolutely no pain or awareness of a carving knife in my stomach.

Before I found something new myself, I was sewing and sent on my way down to foot the bill. And now for the better part of the story: No insurance, no Social or med-Arrangements for the care you help me — only a wallet in his hand. total damage, including surgery, doctors' fees, examination fees, laboratory fees and post-operative pain: 870 Baht! ! The shift to less than $ 26.

I still have to remove my scars next Monday. At this moment I feel the results and know with certainty whether the tumor was malignant (cancer to infect organs) or benign (not cancerous spread inability of institutions).