In less than an hour I have an appointment at the doctor to get a suspicious mole removed from my back.
Up until two weeks ago I had never noticed it (it IS on my back after all). When I had an itchy spot I looked in the mirror and was a little shocked to see this somewhat sizable and dark mole. J was also surprised by it since he had never noticed it before. The next day I called the dermatologist and made an appointment to get it checked out.
That appointment was two days ago. He looked at it, measured it, examined it under some special light, and made the decision that it is of concern enough that they want to make sure they get the whole thing out.
I won't lie - I'm scared. Terrified that my irresponsibility with sunscreen is coming back to haunt me. Terrified that the worst case scenario will come true and I will not be here to watch Andrew grow up. That thought alone is driving me to tears.
It will be about a week before I get the pathology results. It's going to be a long week. If anyone out there has some positive vibes they can send my way I would be very appreciative.
Now it's time to get ready to go get some flesh removed. Deep breaths...