May has been a little quiet here huh? Although I’ve tried to keep friends here in the loop, it’s been mainly through Instagram or Facebook via short updates. Let’s go back to Spy Wednesday, or the Wednesday before Good Friday.<\/p>\n
The Wednesday before Good Friday my dad messaged me asking about a spot on my face. He had seen a Facebook video and thought the spot on my face, the one I lovingly referred to as my “Old Lady” mark looked bigger. That was funny because just the day before I remembered thinking it looked smaller.<\/p>\n
I messaged my dad back telling him I see the dermatologist yearly, my last check had been in November and everything was fine. He messaged me back encouraging me to have it checked out. I let him know I couldn’t just call and get an appointment right then, but to appease him I would call and see if they had anything available.<\/p>\n
I called the dermatologist office on Wednesday and surprisingly they had an appointment that Friday in the afternoon. We had Alpaca shearing that morning and it was Good Friday, but I went ahead and made the appointment. I thought I would go in, he would look at me, tell me I was fine–just like I had been in November, and I would be on my way and out the money for the appointment since we hadn’t met our insurance deductible; all this to give my dad some peace of mind.<\/p>\n
My appointment that Friday did not go as expected. The nurse asked the reason for my visit, took my information and left the room. She came back into the room and took a picture of my face and told me the doctor would be right with me. I thought this was a little odd since I have never had a picture taken at the dermatologist’s office, but no biggy.<\/p>\n
The doctor came and we talked briefly, me mentioning I had just been there in November and he had seen the spot, no big deal, etc. Except he decided he wanted to do a biopsy. At 3pm on Good Friday, the time we commemorate our Blessed Lord dying on the cross, I was getting numbing shots in my face and my “Old Lady” mark removed for a biopsy. I went out to my car after the appointment, shaking, and cried.<\/p>\n
Four days later, on the Tuesday after Easter, I received the call that my “Old Lady” mark was a Melanoma in Situ. I cried again. I was told a consultation with a plastic surgeon was scheduled two weeks later and then an excision surgery appointment would be scheduled. I cried again.<\/p>\n
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I look up to the mountains–does my help come from there? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth! He will not let you stumble; the one who watches over you will not slumber. Indeed he who watches over Israel never slumber or sleeps. The Lord himself watches over you! The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade. The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon at night. The Lord keeps you from all harm and watches over your life. The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever. +Psalm 121<\/a><\/p>\n
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