I got the results back from my biopsy last week.
It’s good news.
Not super news. But good nonetheless.
I don’t have melanoma! (score one for me!)
What I do have is a-typical cells, so I go next week to my specialist in D.C. and I’ll have them removed completely.
I’m glad that it wasn’t melanoma again. I’m REALLY glad!
I’m not looking forward to having them removed, but it won’t be as bad as a melanoma, because a melanoma would mean two more cuts. One to remove the mole for staging and then another that would be cut as broad and as deep as the staging warranted. The last time a mole the size of the fingernail on my pinky required that about two inches around (in the shape of a football) and I dunno how deep had to be cut out of my back. That was after the biopsy and after the removal of the mole. So yes – three cuts in total. All more uncomfortable than the last.
This was good news. I am not going to complain.
I took the boys to the pool yesterday and I couldn’t help but think 5,324,800 times about the sun blazing down on my skin. It’s a constant in my life. The love hate relationship I have with the sun. [Insert long, drawn out sigh.] The worry that the melanoma will come back someday is always there. I’m diligent with keeping a watchful eye on my skin, this last go-round proves that. If it does come back…I’ll be ready.