Hey Doc, You Removed The Wrong Mole!

This year hey?

Well, to be fair it hasn’t been the whole year that’s been crap, just probably the last couple of months.

I think it started when they broke into the house.  Then our geyser stopped making hot water.  Then they broke into the garage while we were sleeping.  Then we spent a small fortune on securing the garage.  Then they broke in again on the very same night that we’d secured it.  It’s been sorting out claims.  It’s been trying to run though the sprinkler only to realise that they stole it.  It’s been too many commitments on too many nights.

It’s been being let down by things that you were hoping for.

A while ago I was contacted by a big publishing house to write my own book.  Let that sink in.  I didn’t believe it either, so I checked to make sure that they were sure they had the right person.  And it turned out they did!  I was ecstatic – over the moon – overwhelmingly excited.  I put together a draft of the book and sent it in for approval – against all reason, they loved it.  It was approved on my birthday and we were going to get started with the whole process, I was just waiting for the contract before I started dedicating my every waking hour to it.

All the while something about it felt too good to be true.  Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me.  Something is going to happen to stuff it all up.  But nothing did.  I got the electronic version of the contract but didn’t sign it as I was waiting for the hard copy.  But the hard copy didn’t come.  Stupid post office.  Then I followed up again recently and I was told at the additional meeting they had, the book was declined.  They think under the current circumstances, it won’t sell.  It’s their industry and they’re probably right, but way to punch a person in the face – metaphorically speaking.

Talk about ripping the floor out from underneath you.  Even though I’d always had that feeling of it being too good to be true, I went against my better judgement and let myself get excited.  Having it fall through was really, really freaking sucky.  I’m still not sure I’m completely over it.

Then to top it all off, I noticed a mole on my back that had changed colour.

And for some reason I just had that same feeling.  Somethings not right.  Get it checked.

It’s probably nothing, but the mole is on my back and I’ve been coughing for close on 3 months.  Now call me a hypochondriac, but basically in my head I already have cancer that’s already moved to my lungs.  Plus Dr Google pretty much confirmed that I’m actually just a walking zombie already.  And Seth has cancer already, so we don’t take stuff like this lightly.  It happens to good people that you know for no reason, so it’s totally possible that it can happen to me.  Plus, I owe it to my kids to at least try and stay alive as long as possible.

So I booked the appointment yesterday and went to my lovely dermie.  I explained to her that I had two moles on my back quite close together and they used to look the same and now the one looks different.  One has become lighter and slightly pink.  She explained that this is actually pretty normal we can just watch it to see what happens, but if we want to be sure, then it’s best to just biopsy it and be done with it.  She also said that if I hadn’t mentioned anything to her, she would have said that it was a completely normal mole and everything was fine.  But I’m all for final solutions instead of constantly wondering if I have cancer, so I went for the biopsy option.

Now.  I guess I should have actually pointed to the one that was concerning me, but I didn’t.  I just tried to explain it.  Maybe I should stick to writing as talking clearly isn’t my strong suite.

Weirdly enough I can sit for hours and be tattooed but having the mole cut out of me made me feel queasy – even thinking about it now makes my tummy feel weird.  Anyway.  It was done and as I left I thought, wouldn’t it be funny if she cut out the wrong mole.

Well.  It turns out that it’s not that funny.

Because she did.

She cut out the wrong mole.

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