About two weeks ago, I picked a new dermatologist out of Google search and made an appointment for today. I almost cancelled several times, but I finally sucked up my courage and went.
I started crying before I even met her. By the time she came in to meet me, I was a mess. I explained my long, sordid skin cancer history. She wasn't judgmental at all about the fact that I stopped getting checked for many years. I was leery of that lecture.
I pointed out the spots I was worried about, of which there were many. She then went over my whole body with a modified jewelers loupe and even checked my scalp. She leaned toward non-aggressive treatment and recommended only excising one spot today. She even cauterized it instead of stitches. "I love the smell of napalm in the morning."
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fingers crossed!
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