I’m Taking The Day Off

Well, with the exception of this post, which I put up yesterday.

Today, I will be submitted to Mohs surgery, a procedure which is used to fight basal-cell cancer. I had the surgery in 2006 on the left side of my forehead, and while all the cancer was removed, it came back to the exact same spot. The nurse I talked to said, “That rarely happens,” so that didn’t fill me with confidence.

The fact is came back at all surprised me, because I have been good with sunscreen, wear a hat often when I jog, and wear a helmet when I’m cycling. And the beach? Yikes, I practically dip myself into a pool of sunscreen beforehand!

The surgery is supposed to last the entire day – the doctor said it may be eight hours – because they cut out the layer of skin, check it for cancer, and continue the process until the cancer is gone. The last surgery left me with twelve stitches in my forehead, so I’m not confident I will be able to return to work tomorrow.

If we’re not busy at work, I’ll try to get a few posts up, but if it’s tumbleweeds around here, it’s because I’m recovering.

Everything Old Is New, Yet Again

A few years ago, my dermatologist decided to retire. The doc was amazing, and caught a few spots of skin cancer while he was treating me. I never switched to another doctor in the practice, mostly because the Chinese Wuhan Virus meant appointments were few and far between.

I finally went back on Friday. I needed my psoriasis checked and figured I needed a skin cancer sweep. After prescribing the psoriasis medicine, the doctor took a look around. He wants to remove a cyst at the top of my head – fun – and before I left, he asked about the nick above my left eye.

You see, I had Mohs surgery about ten years ago for a three-inch long patch of skin cancer. It took an hour and twelve stitches, but it was worth it to be cancer-free.

When the doc was looking at it, he deadpanned, “It looks like your cancer has returned.”

The doc sliced off a piece of the skin and sent it to the lab to see if it is actually cancer, or just a false alarm. The doc thinks it is leaning toward cancer, but who knows? He also said if you get skin cancer, your chances of getting it again is ten-fold.

So, I’ll be stressing out for a week or so and I’ll let you know when the biopsy results come in. The cancer I had isn’t usually fatal, but the fact of getting this again is frustrating.