Thursday, September 26, 2013
OH, YOU KNOW, JUST SOME UGLY SPOTS
When we first bought Elke home from hospital, I noticed two small little spots on my right hand shoulder, they were kind of like tiny blind pimples. Because, you know, everything post baby is oh so glamorous, I thought nothing of it and carried on with the business of being a mother of three.
While I was focused on feeding my newborn baby every 3 hours around the clock and entertaining the other two, those little spots grew and grew. At this point I started to take some notice of my new blemishes. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I should probably have them checked over by my doctor. But you know, life continued to be busy and time got away.
Late the other evening evening I caught a glimpse of these growing spots in the mirror and was surprised to see they now had a twinge of colour atop of their dome like shape. Immediately alarmed, I consulted doctor Google, as you do.
Doctor Google, as he does, confirmed my deepest fears - they were nodular melanoma, the fastest growing and most deadly variety of skin cancer around.
While my family slept soundly (that NEVER happens) I lay awake in a clammy anxious state, indulging in the belief that my time here on earth was now limited. As I tossed and turned my mind raced from one possible tragic scenario to another.
I watched the as the sky turned from inky blue to violet before rising from my bed to call the real doctor, you know, the one with the medical degree and the decades of experience.
I told the lady at the doctors desk that I had suspected nodular melanoma and needed to be seen immediately*. She obliged and within 45 minutes I was waiting at the surgery.
My gracious doctor looked at length upon my deadly moles before calmly informing me that they were, in short, just ugly spots.
My relief was palpable and I held back tears (gooosssh, i'm such a nut case**) as I walked out.
It's ridiculous to think that I got myself SO worked up over a couple of tiny spots. I mean, I actually lost sleep - precious, sacred sleep over them.
What naughty ugly spots.
Useless boring story? Probably.
But said state of overwhelming anxiety prompted me to make a booking for myself and Dave to have a full skin check early next month. Summer is coming and this is Australia after all, the land flowing with milk, honey and melanoma.
I hope it prompts you to do the same.
okay, as you were.
*I really was this dramatic. Really.