D-Day

So my surgery is set. Sept 17 is d-day. Or maybe s-day is a better way to put it. On Sept 16 my Dad is coming out to DC, and on Sept 17 I head to Maryland for surgery on my left thigh. The plastic surgeon will take an extra centimeter around and down from initial incision, plus a bit more on 2 sides to close it up, leaving me with about a 2 inch scar. Dad says I should just tell people I was in a knife fight. Its a much cooler things to say than "I have/had cancer," so I might just go for it. Mom was already planning on coming to DC Sept 20, so I guess it will be hand-off just like when I was a kid. The surgeon wants me off my leg for a week, and I'm not allowed to run for a month after the surgery, which means I have to put off the MCM 10k now. Sigh. And Mom and I were planning on finishing up my spare room. Fingers crossed I can manage that while she's here. When it comes to the surgery, I'm slightly scared, since hey, its surgery. But to be honest, I'm more worried that one of my other crazy looking moles is also a melanoma, and I just don't know it. The good news is that as part of my pre-op tests, I have a blood test ordered that should tell if the cancer has spread, so that will go far in allaying my fears. Plus, I have an appointment with my dermatologist set for November, so I'll get another full body check and see what he has to say. For now, I'm just trying not to stress. Everything is set in motion and I'm doing all I can to catch and fix this, so I'm going to follow the motto Jason Mraz sang last night:"I won't worry my life away."Instead, I'm just gonna live it.