Margins are clear...stitches are removed....abscess appears to be healing up just fine (that is the scab in the middle) ---so as long as I finish up my round of antibiotics --McDreamy told me that he doesn't need to see me any longer (a breakup I clearly can accept)-- just to follow up with my dermatologist in 6 months and a loving talk of watching my skin and wearing sunscreen. I was so relieved that I left the office with tears in my eyes. Now, OK...at risk of being overly dramatic (who me!?), I was really scared that I would be the fateful statistic to lose a battle to cancer at a young age. You know the (strum the music) kind, "young mother of two dies after fast growing melanoma" tug at your heart strings story you hear all the time? I tried over and over again to get that broken record out of my head -- but let's face it...I don't have much of a positive history with cancer. I've known two people that have had it...and they were dead within a year of diagnosis -- one being my own father -- who died less than a month after his diagnosis. But all things said and done, my wonderful PCP spotted the suspicious mole and sent me to a fantastic dermatologist that did what she could and sent me to a fabulous oncologist/plastic surgeon who cut the bastard out of me...and now (cue music again)I feel like running thru the daisies or springing to the top of a mountain spinning around Julie Andrew style singing, "the hills are alive, with the sound of music...." I really can't wait to tell Dane, who has been so worried, and tells me daily how much he loves me and wishes I didn't have cancer. GULP I can't wait to see his face light up and hear him shout "GREAT" while giving me a bear hug...I can't WAIT for that!!! I feel foot loose and fancy free....and just couldn't be more thrilled. A little bump, in the grand scheme of things, I understand, but still...the "c" word...that made me really think.
My life is good, people. Damn good.
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