Today is Mohs surgery day. I am in the waiting room while they see if they got all the squamous cell in the first attempt. I just paid the monsterous co-pay. $2500. Yes, really. It was cheaper to walk in the door and have breast cancer surgery.
Like any cancer, I just want clean margins.
Last week was the large basal cell removal and sadly, it’s not healing as well as was expected. They did a wound check and took a culture sample…and I get a prescription antibiotic cream and an antibiotic. I have allergies to some, hopefully this is not one of them.
I am sitting in a room of other Mohs patients in our own special waiting room. I am significantly younger than most of the patients.
One woman right in front of me is a patchwork of burned off spots as well as a Mohs spot considerably larger than mine on her face. Yet she is nut brown from tanning. All I can think is I might not really sit in the sun after this ever again.
My face is thankfully still numb from the needles of topical numbing stuff. I will be back to finish this post when I know what is what.
HGTV is on the TV and two men are discussing some accident that was on the news recently. Me? My brain is wandering and I was thinking about my friend Allison from high school. She died of Melanoma years ago.
O.K….some time has passed and it is 2:45 PM and I am home. It took two go rounds with the Mohs and some stitches but once again God smiled and I have clear margins. Can’t ask for better than that. No chemo cream, either.
I am so glad this is done. Wonderful surgeon as well.
I have earned a nap.