I went to the dermatologist today. It turned out to be a more exciting visit than I was anticipating.
I made the appointment in the first place because I had a spot on my nose that wasn’t looking right. And because Rita put the fear of God in me recently when she went in to see her dermatologist about a mole that her mother thought looked suspicious and he said, “Yeah, that’s cancer.”
On the way home she called me and said, “You WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS! I have CANCER!!!” And I gave her a lecture about wearing sunscreen ALL the time. Because I’m helpful like that.
(I’m recapping that lecture today at Work It, Mom. You’re welcome.)
So today, after the doctor diagnosed the weird spot on my nose as basal cell carcinoma and explained that while this was indeed cancer it was NOT the type that would kill me (phew) although it very well might require surgery to completely remove (gah), he numbed my nose and sliced a little piece off to send to the lab.
And then he froze two other spots, on my ear and my hand, with liquid nitrogen, JUST BECAUSE HE COULD. Awesome.
I texted Rita when I got home to tell her that I was not going to be outdone because not only did I ALSO have skin cancer but MY skin cancer was ON MY FACE OMG!!!
“We can start buying sunscreen in bulk, at Sam’s,” I told her. “In those HUGE jars that the mayonnaise comes in.”
“And we can apply it in dollops from a snow shovel!” she responded. I like her attitude.
(Go ahead, try and get that image out of your head. Good luck.)