Yesterday I had an appointment to see a dermatologist about a small mole on my back. I have been hearing so much about the danger of skin cancer and I didn’t realize that it could show up on parts of your skin that isn’t exposed to sun directly (ie. through a t-shirt.) I thought it would be a good idea to get it checked out, just in case. As I was sitting in the waiting room, I could hear one of the ladies on the phone calling people back with the results of their tests. It was the same thing – “The biopsy shows it is cancerous.” She then went on to explain to the patient the three types of skin cancer (basal cell or squamous cell carcinomas, which aren’t as bad, and melanoma, the worst kind) and what kind they had.
After hearing this same speech numerous times, my stomach was tied up in knots by the time they called my name. Luckily, the doc knew my father-in-law and he was very friendly and able to put my nerves at ease. In the end, he took two samples for biopsies of spots I wasn’t even concerned about; they just looked like dark freckles to me. He said I’d get the results next week. Now I just dread getting a call from that lady saying, “The biopsy shows it is cancerous…” Ugh. Say a prayer for me, please!