My dermatologist saw me the other day and saw a mole she didn't like the looks of because I have a history of dysplastic melanoma, so she took it off and sent it for biopsy. Well, she called yesterday and said it was mildly dysplastic and that she had to take more off to get clear margins. That means take enough off so that they are normal cells at all the edges, and as deep as they need to go to find those normal cells. So I am off this morning to go get a bit more removed. And then lucky me after lunch I can go to the hospital to get an MRI because they saw something on a CT scan that they didn't like. I got home from my last doctors appointment last night at 7:45 pm. And tomorrow it is off to the cancer center for the thyroid cancer they just found a few weeks ago. I keep saying stop looking and we will stop finding cancer, but the truth is that I am fighting to stay alive to raise up my youngest son, and the truth is the earlier they find it, the better chance we have to treat it successfully. So that is why when my body is so tired and just wants to stay in bed and heal, I have to follow the doctors direction, because I have charged them with keeping me alive. Maybe there are other people that could provide more for him financially, but I don't believe there is anyone on earth that loves that boy more than I do. Even as he is turning into a tween and getting a braver as far as giving me a hard time, he is my son and I will fight with every ounce of strength that I have to be here for him.
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