Now, I've been avoiding seeing my physician because I do not want to step on the scale. I'm up more than I would like and I'm actively doing something about it, but I do not want to confront the reality. You see, I've struggled with an eating disorder since I was 13 (largely bulimia with purging, but also restriction and compulsive exercise). I liken eating disorders to an addiction in a way: you might be abstinent for years, but it is always there in the background just waiting for severe stress to retrigger it.
But, I was wise enough to know I probably should consult with my actual physician rather than just Dr. Google. Especially since I probably only had 12-18 months to live.
And so I went. I did decline stepping on the scale. They could be annoyed with me (they weren't). My physician was under the impression that it was likely a cyst due to the level of pain I was experiencing. Okay, so that's good. Either a cyst or a rare form of breast cancer. Let's go cyst!
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