Last week I had a skin biopsy. Nothing much to worry about. Just a weird mark but it was on my face. It wasn’t a mole, just a mark.
It started with a whole body cancer skin check with a physician’s assistant. She found a few things to freeze off. They always do but none were suspicious. Most were in annoying spots or itchy. I have a bad habit of scratching where I itch so I scrape off the top repeatedly. Best to have those removed.
Then she noticed the red spot on the side bridge of my nose where the pads of my glasses rest. She looked with a magnifying glass that could see into my soul. She repositioned a lamp that would light up the continent. I was sure the spot was looking as big as a dinosaur and could be seen from the space station.
She hemmed and hawed. Finally she said, “I don’t know. This is probably nothing but it’s odd looking. I’m going to have the doctor look at it.”
I sat in a waiting room stark naked with my paper cover that wasn’t at all attractive or warm until the doc came in. It was a repeat of your least favorite show. He hemmed and hawed. Finally he said, “I’m not sure. We can let it go and check it again or biopsy it.”
I am a hypochondriac. Last fall my eye doc took a picture of my retina and said it was a funny color and she didn’t know why. She didn’t recommend anything to do. I went home and stewed about it assured I would be blind any day. Finally after six months (yes, in the middle of the pandemic) I went to a different eye doctor to have it checked and he said there wasn’t anything there to be concerned about.
With that experience it didn’t take long for me to decide. If I waited I would be checking the size every day. It would be hard to get a good size reading so when it appeared bigger I wouldn’t have a good day. I’d have to get paint chip samples so I can compare the color. Is it redder than it was yesterday? Maybe the same. The odd location would make all comparisons harder so I would be obsessed with it. I would compose my obituary hoping the headline didn’t read killed by a spot on her nose. Yes, this is who I am.
I had it biopsied the same day. She said it would be a small sample. I’m not sure what her idea of small is but she took out a ¼ inch square piece of skin. I had a small biopsy a few years back and they didn’t take out much more than a pin head. It was all complicated by my glasses resting on the spot. Healing is taking longer because of the location. I have to keep a band aid on it during the day.
This week I got the results. Basal cell carcinoma. That’s not the worst kind of cancer but more flesh has to be removed. Did I mention it’s on my nose? At the bridge where there isn’t a lot of skin? Who said hypochondriacs are nuts? Had I not pressed for the biopsy it would have been an even bigger surgery when they finally figured it out. This year is one for the books!