Herself speaks.
Had my annual dermatology visit for Pelt Review recently. It's always both a concern an annoyance - I don't spend a lot of time looking in the mirror, and I'm always worried that I will have missed some sort of problem that should be addressed. I do look at my face and ask about any Suspect Spots there since that's where the three prior MOHS surgeries have been located. This time, almost as an afterthought, I asked about a small circular spot on my upper chest. It's been there a while, hasn't grown or done much of anything, but it has not gone away, either.
Aaaaand, biopsy it was. Small win - at least it wasn't on my face this time.
Results are, as expected, another basal cell carcinoma. (No amount of hiding from the sun can save me from the UV damage of my youth, even though I'm essentially crepuscular now.) And so I go back in another month to have a wider excision, to make sure it is all gone.
Again, small win - not on my face. It'll be a bit of an ugly scar, but not particularly noticeable unless I'm wearing a V-neck shirt.
I am so tired of this. Every few years, though, I can expect it again. The price I pay for existing, really.
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