This promises not to be much fun
Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:22 am
So, apparently I have cancer.
So far it doesn't seem to be the life-threatening kind, but I still hate that word. I've had this little doodinkle on the bridge of my nose, just a whisker away from my right eye, for as long as I can remember. In the past year or so it seemed to get a little bigger, so when my family doctor asked me about it during a routine exam, she decided we needed to look into it. She wanted to remove it, but she's still an intern and didn't have the confidence to do it, especially considering the proximity to my eye.
Three specialists later, this tiny, adorable Korean woman came in, took one look at it and said "That's a basal cell carcinoma." After explaining to me that basal cell is the "wimpiest" (I loved the way she used that word!) of the various skin cancers, in that it's fairly easy to get rid of and doesn't generally metastasize, she took a biopsy of it and explained the rest of the process to me. We should hear back from pathology in a week or two, and once they confirm what it is, she'll use a special microscopic surgical technique called Mohs surgery to remove it. In this process, they take pieces of it and map where they are, while simultaneously checking each piece in a microscope to see if there are still cancer cells present. Once they dig down to clean tissue all around, it's done. Then it's time for some reconstruction to fill the moon-size crater that I'll have there. It doesn't sound like fun, but I have a good friend who's doing the whole chemo thing right now, and it makes me thankful this isn't any worse than it is.
I'll update as often as I know anything. But I seem to have joined a fairly non-elite group of people: those with cancer. I think I could have done without that honor.
So far it doesn't seem to be the life-threatening kind, but I still hate that word. I've had this little doodinkle on the bridge of my nose, just a whisker away from my right eye, for as long as I can remember. In the past year or so it seemed to get a little bigger, so when my family doctor asked me about it during a routine exam, she decided we needed to look into it. She wanted to remove it, but she's still an intern and didn't have the confidence to do it, especially considering the proximity to my eye.
Three specialists later, this tiny, adorable Korean woman came in, took one look at it and said "That's a basal cell carcinoma." After explaining to me that basal cell is the "wimpiest" (I loved the way she used that word!) of the various skin cancers, in that it's fairly easy to get rid of and doesn't generally metastasize, she took a biopsy of it and explained the rest of the process to me. We should hear back from pathology in a week or two, and once they confirm what it is, she'll use a special microscopic surgical technique called Mohs surgery to remove it. In this process, they take pieces of it and map where they are, while simultaneously checking each piece in a microscope to see if there are still cancer cells present. Once they dig down to clean tissue all around, it's done. Then it's time for some reconstruction to fill the moon-size crater that I'll have there. It doesn't sound like fun, but I have a good friend who's doing the whole chemo thing right now, and it makes me thankful this isn't any worse than it is.
I'll update as often as I know anything. But I seem to have joined a fairly non-elite group of people: those with cancer. I think I could have done without that honor.