A mole, been on the back of my face about eight years now, and suddenly last week there was a small second one behind it, same color.
Oh come ON. Just because my child has melanoma doesn’t mean…
Wait a minute… I dabbed my finger under the tap to get a little water on it, scrubbed at the spot and looked in the mirror again.
A splash of hot cocoa. That’s all it was.
The dermatologist laughed today when I told her that–classic, classic, and she told me she’d had a few patients she’d seen for similar reasons, as she checked out the rapidly growing lump in my scalp that had been a barely-there pinprick around, oh, I dunno, maybe December when we first noticed it? I assumed it was a lupus lesion and had asked to make sure, then after the rheumatologist ignored it I did too.
Richard’s been bugging me. Being married to a very tall man can really come in handy.
“Oh yes. It is,” then she immediately reassured me she was very sure it was just basal; cut it out and it will all be gone.
She had gotten my note yesterday about my daughter and my head and had immediately cleared a path to see and biopsy me today. Results next week. She will call me and we will set a time for my Mohs surgery–so, yes. I have skin cancer too.
p.s. The final pathology report came in today for my Sam: they did indeed get all hers. No chemo. Done. To quote her, “I will, of course, have to be monitored the rest of my life but that’s a small price to pay for having a life to live.”