Popped up on my chest. A little pink raised circle.
At first I thought – maybe it is a zit.
But it did not go away.
Then I call the dermo and cannot get an appt for 3 freakin’ weeks so move to the internet to see if I was dying.
And promptly gave myself 6 months to live [um, given my medical history, this is not too far-fetched. Okay, some far-fetched, but possible none-the-less.]
I frantically called the dermo again, got in on a cancellation last Thursday morning.
She said it is probably some benign thing with a strange name but she took it off anyway for biopsy and when I go for the reassurance, as in “so you think it is [strange name]?” she says, arm up in the air, “don’t hold me to that.”
So, now, here I am, in “I’ll call your cell with results in 7-10 days” hell.
Slowly, surely, freaking out.