Good morning my friends. I returned to my apartment last night and have just read your comments on the previous post and I want to say thank to all of you who spent time encouraging me through this hard time. I do wish I had something better to say, but truly thank you for making this small page a confidential place where I could write down things I couldn't elsewhere.

Also my apology for being vague in the last post, it was a fibroma in a little bit nasty position but the medical tests have confirmed that it was not malignant. To be honest, I feel so ashamed when rereading my previous post. I shouldn't have been so, well, pathetic, should I? But you see, in my memory some relations on my father's side died of cancerous tumors and I really do not have much knowledge on this topic. So I can only say to myself that's what happens when one is both ignorant and alone.

Although the incision is healing well, I still feel a bit too cranky for gaming right now. Instead, I have been listening to music a lot and reading my favorite book, a biography of Frederic Chopin. The old book was given to me by my aunt very long ago, and despite having gone through it more than ten times, I always find something new and amazing whenever opening it. This time, the above quotation, an attitude quite different from mine, isn't it?

My friend took a few photos for me in the hospital with her cell-phone. Do you think shameful and miserable experiences are as worth remembering as happy moments in our life?