It has been an interesting couple of weeks around these parts. Two weeks ago today, I went to the dermatologist to check out a spot on my nose (it walked like a zit, talked like a zit, but it didn't heal like a zit.) It turned out to be basal cell carcinoma- the wimpy skin cancer, as my dermatologist put it. Thankfully, I was able to have it removed on Friday and now I'm healing. I had Mohs surgery and a nice plastic surgeon gave me my own set of beautiful blue stitches. Hopefully in a while, my nose will be as good as new and just have a little faint line reminding me to wear sunscreen.
Please, please, PLEASE wear your sunscreen. Slather your kids in it. I wish I had been more diligent back in the day. I knew that, because of my propensity to burn and the number of really, really bad burns, I was at risk. I am amazed that I ever tried to tan, but I did try. Usually, that led to burning, peeling, and no tan at all. I even went to the tanning salon when I was 17 so that I'd look better in my white prom dress. I really did not enjoy admitting that to the dermatologist. I didn't think that meant surgery at 38, but here I am, thankful that it was a bcc (oh, the new terms I've learned!) and not something else. I'll be seeing much more of my dermatologist and hopefully will stay slightly ahead of any other future spots.
I was in denial until the very end- on the day of the surgery, I asked if maybe the biopsy had removed all of the cancer (hey, we can skip all of this silly surgery business!) Nice try...
One more thing... sorry about the soapbox, but if you have a spot that looks strange or doesn't heal quickly, or comes back over and over, please get it checked out. I made my appointment and almost cancelled it (so busy at work, etc.) but now I am so glad I went.
Here I am with a very attractive bandage. Noses are hard to bandage!