I received some unhappy news from my dermatologist this week. I have 3 lesions (basal cell carcinoma, a type of skin cancer) that should be surgically removed. One on the chin, one on the scalp, and one very close to my right eye. I might have mentioned elsewhere that I've had something like 30 procedures to remove BCCs on my face and head over the years. You would think that they can just scrape these off, or freeze them, but they can't because the lesions are often deep. They also have "roots" that extend beyond anything visible, so a BCC that looks to be the same diameter as a pencil can easily be the size of a quarter. This can leave you with a gaping hole, and then the surgeon has to decide how to repair it. It's sometimes easy, sometimes complicated. I particularly dislike any procedure that is near an eye.
So I went home with a bad attitude and some self pity. In spite of being the guy who promotes simple and effective ways to crush self pity, I couldn't make it happen right away. I didn't get over it until the next day. I think I'm good with it now.
On the plus side, my left shoulder is healing nicely from surgery performed on January 24.
