Mauricio is one of my college friends here in Taiwan. He is not that special…except for his brilliance in drawing buildings and a nice buddy to talk together about music. But despite the whole guy-next-door personality.. he gave me something so particular that I will remember it for the rest of my life. He gave me courage.
not courage…courage …as in constant supports saying “加油” all the time, and be there for me always. hehehe that’s what my boyfriend’s does…and I am grateful for that. (alhamdulillahirobbil alamin)
mauricio gave me courage in such a random way.
If I have to define our kind of friendship…I will say, he’s someone that I will have a chat with whenever I see him accidentally. ha ha ha And we somehow, often meet each other in jogging track. where I will listen to my music..and enjoying walking the track without have to care about anything else.
Our discussion will be about general conversation, things that common to say in daily conversation.
until that day, when i saw him with bandage on his face. I forgot where it was…but it’s kinda weird to see the bandage on somebody’s face, right? So i asked him, what happened to his face. He said, it’s just acne that hurts…and he decided to take it out. the simple way of saying. but when he showed me the stitches beneath that bandage…man, it looks awful.
I didn’t know what that “acne” was…until the other day, he said in a very casual conversation between us-buddies, that it’s actually cyst.
I know i might be a bit dramatizing this whole stitches thing…but to have some stitches like that on your face. shoot…It’s the face! THE FACE=the asset! THE ASSET! As in, flirting with anyone will have the chance of more than 50% to succeed if you have THE FACE. so yeah…It’s Important!
I didn’t really take that thing seriously…until that day. The day when I found out, I got lump on my breast. I was scared like shit…scared that I haven’t got married, I might be dead soon…and all those bad thoughts about the future.
I was scared to find the truth too. too scared even to go see the doctor and get my breasts examined.
but then…after some walking-just-by-myself nights, thinking about life and what it takes to have the worst thing happened…I finally decided to get myself examined.
one of my thoughts..bad thoughts of course, is to have scar on my breast. the scar resulting from taking..whatever is that in it. But then, suddenly I think about Mauricio. Think about the scar on his face. hahaha probably he will hate me for taking him as an example like this. My thought: He’s not scared to leave mark of stitches on his face…the asset! and if I have the same scar, I have it underneath my clothes. hehehe I know it’s not really that simple. But i’m trying to survive in those gloomy days with simple thoughts. so I thought….Fuck it. I’ll get myself examined.
Of course I told my boyfriend all about this…hehehe I need to prepare him for the worst part too. just in case…
and man, he’s more than just a boyfriend… he’s my personal jester hehehe. He tried to keep my mind off from those bad thoughts with some weird jokes… ha ha ha of course in that time of days, I would take any jokes as dry jokes. but, he stayed there, listening to whatever i have in minds. even until this very moment.
anyway, from a friend’s suggestion, I took the ultrasonography breast examination. I was stressed out that day, I told my family about it…and ask for their prayers support. Even several nights before..I hardly could sleep.
I asked some moral support from my friend, Nadia. hehehehe I didn’t like to feel alone, when dealing with the whole examination process. It’s scary. And Nadia helped me a lot by not saying anything to our friends, hehehe she even lied just to find alibi to go with me…when our friends curious about whereabout we gone to.
When the result came out…ALHAMDULILLAHIROBBIL ALAMIN. the doctor said that the lump was a general lump which caused by too many salty food and water during my period moment. so I should reduce it in order to get rid of it.
And guess what? When I came back from the hospital.. I met Mauricio on my way back, and I said thanks to him for simple thing from him that made me gone through this whole examination…of course he doesn’t know that it’s a lump on my breast. hehe
I am thankful for having all the wonderful people surround me. Thank you Ya Rabb…