The results are back and we caught the Melanoma in time. We do just have to be vigilant about check ups with the Dermatologist. Many, many thanks for all the positive thoughts and messages. All greatly appreciated.
Because the Melanoma was so close to the eye, he needed to go to a plastic surgeon. I’ve never seen a skin graft before. She did warn us that it would look bad. Yes. More than 5 cm in diameter, a deep dent and right up against the eye. Apparently it will take about three months to heal. I’m not complaining. I’m just tired of people asking’what haaaapened?’ Me, I’d just put a dressing over it to shut people up. Husband doesn’t seem to mind the questions and doesn’t want to put anything over it.
It’s a weird story how we even ended up at the Dermatologist in the first place. I don’t know about sharing it yet. I’m no believer in premonitions or anything like that, but weird is the only way I can describe it. I think Shakespeare covered it, as usual. ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophies.’
My poor blog has been rather neglected over the last year or so. I don’t dare say I will post more regularly. To add another quotation, Robert Burns this time. ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice and men gang aft agley’. Go pear-shaped, if you want a translation on the last three words. Although that is British slang which might be from the second world war. And that’s the start of a rabbit-hole right there…
I’m crocheting myself a shawl. If that makes me an old lady, so be it.