When cancer strikes.

When I finally went to the dr in September for a sore on my forehead that wouldn't go away, I didn't think much of it. He did a biopsy, and weirdly enough, it went away. A few days later, however, he called to tell me that it was skin cancer. I was at work, and when I hung up, I immediately broke down. After all, just over a year and a half had passed since I said good bye to my Uncle Craig because of cancer. (No, mine wasn't deadly, but still. No one wants that diagnosis.) 

It was a simple procedure. The dr goes in, slices out a couple of layers, examines it under a microscope while I wait in the waiting room, and if it's still there, goes in again. And so on. Could take anywhere from 2-8 hours. Seriously?? That long to wait for a girl with anxiety? Not okay. 

After the initial cut, the dr only had to go back in once. When I was done, it looked cool!!! 

Everyone said it looked like a bullethole. (Seriously, it was awesome, haha) It was a long cut for him to stitch up, to lessen the scar.

Then he had to bandage it up, which I had to keep on for 24hrs before I could change it. 

It looked GREAT. 

Because it only took a few hours, Jim went into work for the afternoon, and I went to my brother's  house to nap off the anesthetic. THEN, over the course of the next few days, I got a black eye because everything was so close to it. 

The healing scar looked pretty cool though. 

It's been about 3 1/2 months since the surgery, and it looks pretty good. 

So now I have to get checked every six months to make sure there's nothing else. And lesson learned. No more tanning beds, and ALWAYS use sunscreen!!!!