As in: this morning, I had a mole on my chest. But this evening, I do not have a mole on my chest.
I said goodbye to my m-m-m-mole today (remember that Fred Savage character on Austin Powers?).
Yes, the mole right there. At the bottom of the picture. ^there. (Not the greatest picture of myself, I know)
My dermatology attending (supervising doc) offered to shave it off for me, and I jumped at the opportunity. It wasn't so much for cosmetic reasons as for the peace of mind of knowing it's not there anymore. It was fairly atypical-looking, with ragged edges and a dark pigment, and a slight halo. And it got itchy every now and then. Everyone is always telling me to "get it looked at". When I wore a V-neck shirt to work one day, the dermatologist caught a peek and told me she didn't like the way it looked, so she examined it with her special dermatoscope. It didn't look troublesome, but she offered to remove it, and I jumped at the opportunity to be rid of it.
It doesn't hurt that now I'll be able to wear more severe V-necks and halters without feeling like my shirt is framing my mole.
It's kinda weird, knowing it's not there anymore. When the bandage comes off, I'm sure I'll look in the mirror and feel like my reflection is the slightest bit wrong, because something is missing.
I wonder how long it takes until I forget I ever had it?
1 comment:
when i got my eye mole removed, it was weird at first, but then i quickly got over it. i guess the addition of symmetry helps.
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