Tuesday, Nov. 22, 2005
Checking Up And Checking Out
Short entry, as it is impossibly late tonight. The doctor declared me not contagious, said I've got a virus but this far into things I'm not going to be sharing it with anyone. God willing, I'll be picking Nicim up from the airport tomorrow night.
I am looking forward to the trip, and to laughing; but most of all I am looking forward to meeting friends.
Isn't that what this holiday does best?
It turns out that while the flu/cold/whatever bug was more annoying than truly dangerous, it was probably good that I went in for a checkup. While the doctor was giving me a once-over to decide whether or not the bug was going to bite anybody else, she also declared that I need to get some moles removed and biopsied - one in particular because she said it looks suspiciously like basal-cell carcinoma. Then we decided there might be more than one that needs removing, same principle.
I guess any type of cancer is potentially dangerous; but if you're going to contract some form of cancer, that's the least invasive. Unlike melanoma, basal cell is very slow growing, almost never metastacizes, and it's rarely if ever life-threatening. Left unchecked over time, it can become massively disfiguring, though, and can mess with nerves and, depending on where it's located, skew vision or other functions.
I will be more than happy to eliminate the moles, even though I'm not looking forward to the accompanying medical bills. I'm guessing since it'll be facial surgery, I'll have to go the outpatient route. Thank God for insurance, which should pay the biggest portion of the costs. I'm not worried about scarring - to be perfectly honest, it's doubtful any scars would be worse than the moles themselves, once the redness fades.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )