The dermatologist pointed out that it had been 23 months since I had been in his office. If it were not for a suspicious place on my nose, I would not have gone in today.
In the end, I had a biopsy on the end of my nose. This involved a couple of injections and slicing off a tiny sample. Daddy had skin cancer in almost the same place and had it removed. So, I have a bandaid on the end of my nose. I thought the place was a quarter of an inch in diameter, but it was much larger.
He froze two places on my face. That blast is not what I want near my left eye, but it happened. Now, one itches so that I need to scratch it.
For the last twenty years I have had a blackhead on my chest. Yes, embarrassing. I can get it out, but it gets larger. So, he used something to take plug out, treated it, and stitched it up.
Now, I have to wait a week for the results of the biopsy. In two weeks, he needs to take out the stitches. I am quite sure the biopsy will show cancer since that is just a reality in my father's family.
The first two days of taking the Cymbalta were rough. But, the hangover has diminished to only about an hour each day, thankfully.
The heat was oppressive today. It was though a had a hot blanket touching my skin, palpable. It was 91F with heat index of 101F. Weather like this makes me like AC even more.
Other than a nap, that has been my day. Now, I need to cook dinner in a pan in the oven--one small potato, zucchini, yellow squash, onions, and bell pepper. Maybe Italian sausage with it will be Tommy's choice. Maybe I will thaw a baked chicken breast.
Have you been out in the heat? How hot is it where you are? Have you ever had skin cancer? How did that turn out?
