On August 11, I received a phone call. The kind of phone call that leaves a person a little shook up the rest of the day. Through the receiver I listened as a trained-compassionate voice told me the mole that I had removed from my forearm two weeks prior was a melanoma.
It’s not every day that someone calls you up to report that you have skin cancer.
Tonight I am rejoicing that after a second surgery to test the skin around the melanoma, I have been declared “clean.” Clean is a wonderful thing!
- My cancerous mole was no bigger than a pencil eraser.
- The PA that I saw at the dermatologist did not tell me that it needed to be removed — her advice was to “keep an eye on it” and get it checked every three months.
- I had never been to a dermatologist before that appointment.
- The mole was just flat out buggin’ me. It was itchy and gave me the creeps. (The PA said it was dry.)
- I am so thankful that I acted on instinct and told them to get it off!
You have to be an advocate for your own health. No one knows your body better than you do.
Early detection is the best method for cancer treatment and survival.
Please take care of yourself. It’s working for me!