A while back I blogged about the results of my skin cancer screening I had done at work. On Wednesday, Ray took me up to Tucson to have MOHS surgery performed on my nose. (Now I have a MOHS nose?) The procedure took several hours.
The surgery itself was fairly easy and the handsome doctor who did it was excellent–like extraordinarily excellent. He even called my home that night to make sure I was OK. He called, not a nurse but the doc himself! OMG, A good-looking thoughtful smart compassionate medical professional. That just doesn’t happen anymore!
The good news is that Dr. Huether removed all the cancer. The bad news was having skin grafted from my ear to the side of my nose leaving me with a bandage that I have to wear for two weeks (the ear bandage comes off tonight). One half of me thinks about the overall discomfort and how stupid I’m going to look at the upcoming holiday parties I promised to attend this year. The other half thinks that I should shut the fuck up and be thankful that this is my one and only brush with cancer (so far, knock wood).
While I was wincing at the pain (and thought) of having needles stuck into my face and pieces sliced off to be taken to a lab or sewn on somewhere else, I was quickly humbled by the fact that some of my friends and family have gone though much, much worse with chemo and real surgery. Some of them have died. I’m a lucky S.O.B.
I have had basal cell carcinoma which, in the case of skin cancer, is the one you want. It’s slow growing and easy to remove. Sunscreen and hats from now on…sunscreen and hats…