Maybe I hadn’t done enough research? Maybe I was ignorant and in denial?
Or maybe it was Melanoma’s revenge?
Last week I was comical and said it would not get the best of me. I think the Big M was just having a day of sweet payback. It would not leave easily.
Yes, this is another blog about my Melanoma. Please note that I’m bringing it into the fold and being friendly with this disease now. “My Melanoma” Very lyrical… it almost sounds pleasant.
I thought I was prepared. Bought a pile of large bandages. (How ridiculous was that?) Cleared my clients for the day. All set for the little procedure. Even had a pleasant walk to the hospital to enjoy the perfect morning.
Then this lovely young doctor with a British accent told me what he planned to do. I wish I could have seen my face as he drew the lines on my leg where he would be making the three large incisions. To my credit I didn’t try to run away.
Maybe that’s because he started the conversation by reminding me that melanoma can kill.
The next hour was not pleasant. But afterwards, when your leg is still frozen, it’s easy to smile for the camera.
Since then I’m fully aware when it’s time to pop more pain killers. My leg starts talking to me. “The melanoma’s gone but I’m hurting here.”
This is how I’m going to look for the next two weeks. It’s hard to keep your leg elevated and type.
On the plus side…
I’m one of the lucky ones because my bandages are visible. People are kind when you look wounded. Out for my walk (limp) last night, passerby’s nodded and gave polite smiles. They might have been thinking, “Are you an idiot!” but I will opt to think that people are nice. Most see someone in distress and react well. We are all basically good.
Don’t get me wrong… I’m not really as positive as I seem. I had no idea I would end this journey with three big scars on my leg.
Life isn’t always fair.
But it did make me stop and enjoy the view.