Thank you, everyone, for your cheerful support. My dermatologist couldn’t even find one of the moles he’d said he wanted to remove this morning. Not that it wasn’t there, just that he kept looking at the few in that area and said, “Well, I’m not sure which one I was worried about; all these look just fine. So we can cross one off our list today.”
As some of you told me, the worst part was the waiting (we were half an hour early, and he was running forty-five minutes late; I finished reading the last half of the book I’d brought with me and the nurse called me just after I’d closed the cover) and the injection of anaesthetic. You weren’t kidding when you reassured me that the area went totally dead. The only way I knew something was happening was because I could feel the skin around the deadened area moving a bit. This stuff was so much better than the dental anaesthetic that was used on me in the past! The numbness started wearing off on the highway home, though. I just need to be aware of how I hold my arm when reaching for things.
I was amused by the waiver they had me sign before it all. Yes, I agree to have the doctor cut these off; and yes, I agree to a biopsy; and yes, I acknowledge that I may have a scar. I laughed out loud at that last one. Seriously? I have scars from cat scratches that are probably worse than this one will be.
So that’s done, and I’ll just call in six weeks to make sure the results are in, then I’m good for another year.