Big sigh.
My visit to the dermatologist wasn't as bad once I was there. I only had a little 'day of' anxiety. And my doc was as easy to work with as I remembered. However, I had a couple suspicious spots, one of which got biopsied.
The call came two days later saying I needed additional surgery because CANCER. And surgery couldn't be scheduled for several weeks.
The biopsy wound will just about be healed by the time the specialist needs to re-open it. Blah blah blah, there will be a plastic surgeon and whatevs, go fuck myself, it's only another small scar, right?
It's probably not even necessary because I'm almost certain the biopsy took out all the cancerous tissue. But almost certain isn't completely certain, so I got the fear talk from my doc, and I caved. Another scar is worth eradicating future anxiety and worry, right?
Sure, whatevs, it's only another scar to decorate this warrior's body.
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