Anyways, story time.
Over Spring Break (March 11- 20) I was up home. My older sister was over. She has this thing where she likes to rub Becca's ears, and babies, and her husbands. It's weird. Anyways, she was rubbing Becca's ear and felt a lump. She started freaking out and googling things and it all got out of hand. It ended up with her finding a mole on my head. A mole that I have known about for a long while, years in fact. My mom had seen it and suggested I get it removed, but I didn't want to. But, here comes Tatiana with all her knowledge from her anatomy class saying that I have a malignant mole. Apparently there are three signs. Something about color, shape and something else. She got my mom all worked up and this resulted in a doctor's appointment.
I was angry, to say the least. The mole had never really bothered me. Sometimes it caught on my comb when brushing my hair and it went through a weird phase where it would bleed and scab over for a couple months, but other than that I barely noticed it. Except for the fact it was super ugly so I always made sure to hide it with my hair.
Well, I went to the doctor with my mom. The doctor looked at it and, exactly as I thought, said it looked weird, and should definitely be biopsied. She referred me to a dermatologist down in Cedar. My mom made me an appointment for the next Friday.
So I went back to school and had to endure the next week with the thought in the back of my mind that on Friday I would go to the doctor, get a needle to the head, have my hair shaved off (a little), and my mole cut off to see if I had cancer.
I kind of psyched myself out. What if it's cancerous? What if it's spread to other parts of my body? What if I have CANCER?! That's how my thought process went...
Well here's some before and after pictures.
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| Before: The doctor said it had 3 different colors... |
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| After: Yep, I was missing a tiny little chunk of hair... |
So then I had to wait...and wait...and wait some more for the doctor to finish the biopsy and tell me if I had cancer or not. I got the mole cut off on March 25 and didn't find out until April 14 my results. It was a long long wait, and I was still psyching myself out, but trying not to think about it....
Well, I do not have cancer. My mole was classified as a "compound nevus" and it is benign (non cancerous). I was relieved to say the least. I knew from the beginning nothing was wrong, that is why I didn't get it removed 3 years ago when I first noticed it.
Anyways....NO CANCER, TA DA!
(Katrina Marie)
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