She got out her little magnifying glass and said, "I think this might be a freckle gone bad. Mind if I remove it?" (She's very polite, this dermatologist of mine!)
I assured her I didn't mind at all. So she gave me a few shots in my bicep and
A couple of weeks later, I got a phone call from the doctor. Technically, I missed the call from the doctor, who called me back again the next morning, very early, which totally freaked me out and made me think I was dying, and I missed THAT call.
When we finally connected she said, "We got your results back." (GULP) "The good news is, it's not melanoma." (SIGH OF RELIEF) "But it's not, not cancer." (WHAT?)
Her explanation was that it was beyond "precancerous" and was dangerously turning. Therefore they have to go back into my arm and get some clear margins. She said I would have about 8 stitches and a scar. Joy.
She told me to count myself lucky that I had come in for something else, and that I'd had on a tank top, allowing her to see my freckle. (A freckle just doesn't sound like it can be so bad. The word freckle even makes me smile.)
Anyway, that lovely procedure is happening this morning.
I'd appreciate your prayers.
All that to say, I'm not worried. But I'm not, not worried.
"Not not worried" is a great line. I may steal that one. (And you're right about the word "freckle.") Praying for you.
ReplyDeleteAll seems well she is back home and following Drs. orders. Thanks everyone.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry I didn't see this until late in the day, Carol. Glad to hear you are back home and have the very able Mike Jones taking care of you.
ReplyDeleteLove you!
~Becky J.
saying prayers for you!! that was NO coincidece that your dermatologist found it - it was a GOD thing!!
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