Today, my father, who is a doctor, checked my wrist to see whether I needed to get it checked out by a specialist. Turns out I have a cyst in my wrist. I didn’t need to get to get imaging on my wrist. That calmed me down because I thought that it was bone or cartilage related. It also calmed me down because I don’t have to worry about having my quality of life disrupted by hand healing… for now.
This isn’t the first cyst I have had in my body; I currently have 2-3 cysts on different locations of my body. Therefore, I wasn’t surprised to get the diagnosis from my father, but I am a bit concerned about my body’s propensity to “cyst up”. I hope that no cyst become malignant. Ever.