Just got back from the doctor with bandaged left shoulder and right hip. We had a not-amusing discussion at the beginning of the appointment, trying to figure out which suspect moles to biopsy. Since DD is sick (likely strep throat) and I have to take her to the pediatrician this afternoon, we opted for the upper-body moles.
At the end of the appointment I asked the doctor, just to be clear: which ones, exactly, are you going to take off? As he started ticking them off, it soon became clear that there were more than six that he wanted to biopsy. In fact, there are ten.
Ten.
Ten.
I'm pretty sure the reason I feel like crying now has nothing to do with the thyroid nodule.
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