I had my last three punch biopsies done this morning at the dermatologist. They're just little 3- or 5-mm disks of flesh, tiny things, really.
So why is it that I'm completely wrung out now? I was trembling for a good 15 minutes after I left the doctor's office.
In the past I've had major anxiety while waiting for biopsy results, but at this point, I'm fairly nonchalant. If there's anything there, we will have caught it early, so I'm not worried. Dealing with this stuff pales in comparison to the thyroid cancer business.
Best news: stitches come out in 12 days, so I can swim at the hotel in Anaheim!
Worst news: I'm a month overdue for my whole-body check. Since the last whole-body check yielded a crop of 10 suspicious moles, I'm not exactly thrilled about having another one... but it must be done. Maybe this time he won't find any that need to come off? I can always hope.
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