Period of Cleansings

I was diagnosed with skin cancer two years ago.

It started off with this doctor prescribing a herbal brown pill to me as I was having body heatiness. I woke up with swollen eyes and puffy cheeks the next day. I then drank cups and cups of water upon mummy's advice, to flush the toxins down.

My face started cracking and itching gradually, day by day. Ears were as pinkish red as baboon's ass. The unbearable itch made me scratch my face, causing bloody stains and marks. My skin during that period, was thin and ultra-sensitive, my whole face was in a complete mess, leaving only blood stains and shredded skin which were about to fall off.

I was busy dabbing my face with olive oil everyday as that was the only thing that soothes my skin for 5 minutes. Many were taken aback by my disgusting face, which has been drawn to a black and dark facial complexion and raw wounds all over.

Doctors too, were horrified as they had never had a case like such, and instead they diagnosed me with skin cancer, since anti-histamine did not help at all. I declined the consumption of steroids and continued sulking and suffering from the terrible itch and pain at home. It was a school holiday and I hid at home, made reasonable lies to friends who asked me out.

The best part of this cleansing was, my face got super itchy and painful at 3am every night. Sleepless nights of course, made me lethargic the next day and days of pain and itch passed by with me, being semi-conscious. The skin worsened when my neck had itches too and the extreme pain was of a standard to the pain (10 times) a man who accidentally cuts his skin when shaving his facial hair. I remembered joking to my worried mummy, I must have been a very hairy man in my past life.

My tragic drama was then rumoured to my relatives and my eldest auntie came to my help, dragging me to visit her Chinese doctor. As I stepped into the doctor's room, the doctor's first question to my parents were, is she/he a guy? I never blamed the doctor as I couldn't recognize myself too. Staring at my own reflection was more painful than anything I was experiencing.

He then whispered to us, an Indian spirit was behind me and he has followed me all the way from KL. The doctor reassured us, everything will be solved after he gave me the yellow paper "fu" and I was instructed to burn the paper and soak it in a hot cup of water, and drink it in one gulp. The doctor also gave me cleansing pills to flush the accumulated amount of toxins, gathered from my daily consumption of fried rice into continuous stool-excreting activities the next day.

My facial condition improved slightly on the first day after drinking the water. By the second day, the improvement rate shot up to 70% and I woke up for the last time that night at 3am, sleep-walked to my cupboard, put on my green jacket and chanted Kamimuki Sanji and Chorei. I awoke the next day, hugging my prayer book. From then on, I enjoyed looking at myself in the mirror.

A year later, I was diagnosed with Vitiligo, Michael Jackson's skin-type disease, which I totally ignored the burning cream the skin specialist gave me.

Few months later, I was diagnosed with fibroadenomas which requires minor surgical action, suggested by the gynae. I shall put that on hold since its benign. Anyway, who in the world loves to commit themselves towards the sin of blade?!
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So, conclusionnya, i am kinda speechless as in the cleansings I was granted. Anyhow, thank God that I'm still here. :)