So, I got a phone call from the dermatologists' office yesterday. Yeah, that was a bad sign, as I recall the nurse saying to me as I left after the biopsy(two moles on my back), "If there's something there, we'll call you, if it's nothing, we'll send you a letter." Unless it was opposite day(and my calender indicated it wasn't-though apparently, all day yesterday, I was rubber and you were glue, so anything you said would bounce off of me and stick to you), that meant that the biopsy had shown "something".
She asked how I was, and I nervously responded,"well, you're calling me, so not all that good I guess" And she chuckled at that.Then she told me that they had the results of my tests, and that "...the specimen from your right midline...blah blah blah..." Okay, she did not actually say "blah blah blah"but she did go into the technical medical description of what was wrong, which I did not understand, so "blah blah blah" is a s good as anything for what she said.
Apparently, the cells did not look good, and they were attached to the edges of the sample, which means that there are more on my back. They are "pre-cancerous", which I guess is good. they just need to hollow out my back a bit more(I guess maybe an ice cream scoop this time, instead of a melon baller ?) and get the rest of the moles.
I then asked this question "So, is this something I need to freak out about ?" And she assured me that it was not, that she had actually had one of these and has never had anymore problems, i just need to get regular skin checks. So, I guess I got the best of the bad news I could have gotten. So that's good.
So I go in on April 23rd to get the rest of the moles removed. Whoo-hoo !!!
Now, onto the game.
We have a winner from last week !! the lovely and talented Aaron correctly identified
"It's like what my painter friend Donald said to me:'Stick a fork in their ass and turn 'em over, they're done.' "
from "Last Great American Whale" by Lou Reed. Bravo, Aaron, Bravo !!!!
Onto this week's lyric:
" Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time"
Good luck, Crimestoppers !!
2 comments:
I have to go to the dermatologist on Tuesday. I'm Irish freeckle pasty white. I've got all these raised bumps on my arms that won't go away and are changing color. My grandfather died from skin cancer that metastisized into his brain. My dad had several removed from his forehead. I'm not feeling lucky.
Good luck to you. They'll get rid of them quicly.
Oh, Sway by The Stones
Miss Ann,
Thanks for the well wishes, and good luck to you as well. I, too have the tradtional Irish skin tone. Always makes being in the sun an adventure, doesn't it ? I hope that your moles are nothing at all. I'll keep some good thoughts for you.
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