photo by blackpearlz.

I knew this was coming. I could feel it somehow.

There was an 80% chance that it was going to happen again anyway.

I know it’s “just skin cancer” but it happens to be the worst type of skin cancer: malignant melanoma.

I went in for my regular 6 month check-up on Monday. My doctor did a biopsy the size of Texas (seriously, this is a big gouge in my body). It is as big as my thumb and deep enough that my thumb fits into the depression.

I had a feeling something wasn’t right. It hurt more than the other biopsies have. It bled a lot more than any of the others.

She called about an hour ago to tell me that it was melanoma and that I had to have surgery as soon as possible.

Last time, she had me in the next day. This being a holiday weekend and a short week next week, I didn’t expect that to happen. As it is, they got me in on September 15th at 8am.

I know I’ll be okay because we catch them so early. It’s just so invasive having huge chunks of your body taken out and then having stitches and scars.

And I’m such a wimp. Seriously. I’m a big baby.