Well, the dermatologist's office called last night. They left one of those messages that has sad puppy dog face written all over it. Why don't they just come out and say it - "the biopsy came back positive - please call us so we can schedule to get your face removed." Oh, I kid. Yes, it's basal cell carcinoma and I'm scheduled for some cool innovative Moh's surgery next Wednesday.
There are two good things going on here:
1. If you're going to get a cancer, you should get basal cell. It doesn't spread except to surrounding tissues if it isn't treated. Since this is right between my eyes on my forehead, I'm safe. I have a thick skull (just ask any of my relatives) so I'm protected from further complications.
2. What other surgery can you schedule that prompts the surgical staff to tell you to eat a hearty breakfast? Usually you have to fast forever. Gotta like an opportunity to go to Denny's without feeling guilty, right? The IHOP all you can eat pancake platter? It's for my health,...
I married into a family of cancer: matastized breast cancer, two bouts of colon cancer; liver cancer,.. even mentioning basal cell doesn't seem worth it. It's like I'm hanging out with a bunch of Ironman Triathletes and I tell them I jogged two miles this morning. Kind of pathetic.
It's a good thing it's on my face, or I would probably have ignored it. It's a bad thing it's on my face because you can't ignore it. And I just hope that the surgery doesn't leave any sort of damage. That's me; more worried about how it'll look in the end.
I'm just one in a million with this sort of thing. Gotta go, I've got to visit Costco and stock up on some more sunscreen. And so should you.