I went to see a doctor today. I was only expecting a simple treatment. After all, the symptoms didn’t seem severe. It seemed like something that could be cured in a few days.
Then came the diagnosis as a shock. It was a condition I’ll have to live with forever. Something that can change my life as I have known it. Something that can potentially disrupt what I consider as my identity. Something that can make me humble.
It hasn’t been easy since then.
A part of me keeps reminding me of what Oscar Wilde once said: “If I may not write beautiful books, I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater?” Though this will be a life-altering change, I have great confidence that my happiness will remain intact.
Nevertheless, it’s all a haze right now. Things will become clearer and more certain in the coming weeks and months. For now, however, this uncertainty hasn’t been easy to endure.
