Cancer Scare
Story time.
Over the past two months, I have been dealing with an ongoing cancer scare.
I discovered a mole that I tracked due to speedy growth on my rib cage; it was becoming itchy, painful, uneven and distorted in colour. It was hitting all the signs of suspicious moles/lesions.
Well, I popped into a doctor’s office and got myself checked out. After also being checked for some issues with my blood (which have come back clean just this morning), the d
octor became concerned enough to send me onto dermatology in Loughton and slapped me onto the “Suspected Cancer Fast Track”.
There a week later I met with the dermatologist nurse, who promptly took photos and measurements. Gave me another assessment and agreed it looked worrying but assured me it was going to be examined by the doctor who would call within 48 hours.
He did.
48 hours later and I got the call from the dermatologist; he explained that it “looks” cancerous but doesn’t want to give me any guarantees either way. Instead, I was arranged for an operation to remove it at the earliest available date for a biopsy and rummage around the area with a knife and anaesthetic.
Now I sit here, sore, stitched up and loaded on painkillers, two days on from the surgery.
I am awaiting the call/email/visit to confirm one way or another if I have skin cancer or if this is benign and I’ve wasted everyone’s time.
So that’s that!
I am fine, another shout-out for stoicism helping me stay calm during a shit time. I cannot do anything about it, so why worry until I know what is actually going on. Even then, what the fuck can I do about it all. I will write something up more tactful when I know the outcome, having your first real adult medical scare at 32 is a bit of a kick in the valuables, but it should make for good writing.
Heads up, and keep your filthy little paws out of the rubbish bins!
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