holy moly

So, for some reason I was born with lots of moles and freckles all over my body. Whatever, I'm used to it not, but every time I go to the doctor I feel like I'm going to the dentist. Each time I go to the dentist and I don't have a cavity it's like YES! That's how it is with going to the doctor. Each time I go and they don't see any moles they have to cut out it's like YES. But usually, for the past four years each time I go they find one, or two and I have to go back for the knife. So, I just got back and I have a gigantuous gaping hole in my left leg where a mole used to be.

Four years ago I was diagnosed with basil cell carcinoma

http://www.intelihealth.com/IH/ihtIH/EM/9339/10690.html

on my face. I was 21 years old with dark hair and dark eyes. This was unheard of. So I had what's called Moh's surgery.

http://www.mohssurgery.org/pdfs/patient_information_brochure.pdf#search=%22mohs%20surgery%22

I laid in a freezing room on a table with a little open backed gown on while the doctor cut my cheek open and the nurse held my hand. I cried the whole time. She cauterized the hole and I smelled my burnt flesh then I waited in the waiting room completely traumatized for twenty minutes then I had to go in and do it all over again. It was the worst experience of my entire life and I will never ever forget it. This is why I'm now terrified of the sun and I get on my friends about wearing sun screen and tanning beds.

So, I'm somewhat of a hypochondriac these days, but hey, that's ok I suppose.

After she cut my mole off today she showed it to me floating in a small clear medical cup.
I didn't need to see that. I've already had enough drama in my life. But I waved goodbye to the mole and I thanked it for being a part of my life for 25 years. Hopefully it's not cancer filled. I can't handle wearing that silly gown again. Talk about a buzz kill.

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