Several years ago I had a large precancerous mole on my back, it left a rather horrible scar but instilled the fear in me that I needed to check my body monthly for more of these little buggers.
As mentioned yesterday my husband found a couple of moles during our monthly search and today I decided to see a doctor as opposed to my therapist. Turns out I likely have a smaller version of one of those same moles. Lovely.
I go to the dermatologist at 7:30am next Friday to likely have it removed. I was assured it’s not melanoma so that is good at least. I am upset, when I should be somewhat relieved. Not dealing with this all that well.
The depression is definitely not helping at all. It’s just making it so I am unable to find happiness in much of anything and have little to no strength to pick my ass off the couch and do anything anyhow.
Screw you depression!!! I painted a little today and watched a cheesy movie.. I win for today.
I hate skin cancer and precancerous growths. I hate the ugly scar on my forearm where squamous cell carcinoma was removed. My hands have been hard hit by precancerous growths. I’m totally with you on this one. Fuck cancer!
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As always, sweetie, ((((hugs)))))!
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