Today is an anniversary of sorts. Exactly one year ago, I went in to my dermatologist’s office to have a basal cell carcinoma removed from below my left eye. The dry spot had been there on my face for ages, I didn’t really think it was a big deal. My plan of going in for a quick snip and leaving an hour later with a band-aid was a little off. Let's just say Mr. White walked me out of there 8 hours later with my head wrapped like a mummy.
Things are fine now - the skin cancer is gone and my face has healed up. It wasn't a lot of fun but all things considered, I got off very easy. I mentioned my sister Amy here several weeks ago. She's headed down a much more difficult path. The good news is that her mastectomy (or breast removal as she's decided to call it) went better than expected and now she’s gearing up for the chemotherapy component of the healing process.
What amazes me is her attitude throughout this whole experience. I’m pretty sure I would have curled up into a ball and entered a catatonic state if I had been given the same news. Amy’s courage and strength in dealing with this have been unbelievable and I am so proud of her. Any family friends reading this might want to check out her blog “The Big C” (it's not just about the cancer). You will enjoy it - in addition to being a serious warrior, she’s also a great writer.
And that’s all I’m going to say about this cancer shit. Because my posts are supposed to be about things I like.
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