Gay Boy Thailand

I went back to Bumrumgrad hospital to remove the stitches from my eye. The doc looked at me as I walked in and I could tell he was pleased.

- How am I healing? I asked.
- Very well, said the doc.
He was even more pleased when he saw my eye up close.
- This is going to hurt, he said as he took my stitches out.
A nurse held the back of my head. Snap. Twist. Snap again.
- It didn’t hurt, I said.
- Good.
- Will it grow back?
- Maybe. I will not be surprised if it does. Then we have to take a bigger cut. But I would not be surprised if it doesn’t grow back either.
- I hope it doesn’t.
- The tests say it is malignant tumor, said the doc and paused to see how I received the news.
- Doctors in Farangland said it was not dangerous, I said.
- It is a malign cancer, a basal cell carcinoma, but it is not aggressive. It usually stays in one place.
- That was what they called it in Farangland. A basal cell car…
- Carcinoma.
- Lots of people get it in Farangland because we have light skin, I said.
- Yes. Keep applying the cream for a month, said the doc and shook my hand.

When I had left his office I inspected my eye in the first reflection I found. It was a polished metal frame in the hospital lobby.

The scar from the surgery was tiny. How different it was from the swollen, bloody and black eye I had at first.

I have always been good at healing. I thank my genes for this. Now, 12 hours later, the scar is even smaller, almost invisible. Unless you take a particular interest in my eye lid and come so close that we rather should call it a date, you will not see it.

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Going home from the hospital in a taxi I saw khun W. He was walking along the road with a farang three times his age. You may remember khun W. for his sexy chest, which used to be the header of this blog.

Khun W. walked in the patient, resigned manner of a moneyboy who lacks enthusiasm for his client but who needs the assignment. I am glad he has rice to put on his table.

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Back home, Chalerm inspected my eye. He was also satisfied.

I was happy I could ditch the dark sunglasses.

I looked up basal cell carcinoma on the Internet. I read about different treatments and relapse rates. With relief I read that microscope surgery, which I had, was the most effective treatment with only 1% reocurrence after five years.

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Why this confusion about if it was cancer or not, and if it was benign or malign? The cells were abnormal and hence it was a malign cancer. And it was active and sometimes it grew upwards and bled. Sounds scary, doesn’t it?

But I had this lump for 20 years and it never spread. Eye docs in Farangland see this condition often and are not alarmed by it. They said it wasn’t dangerous and called it benign even if that technically may not be correct.

The docs in Thailand rarely see this condition since Asians don’t get it as often as white people do. Maybe this explains why Thai doctors seemed more worried about it, including the first doc in Bangkok who scared me senseless with his talk about metastasis to the lungs.

But all is well that ends well. Removing this annoying little thing should cure my frequent eye infections and if I am within the 99% who are lucky it will not come back.