Don't Worry, Be Happy

I think everyone these days either knows of someone with cancer or has it themselves. It seems I am now lucky enough to fall into both categories. I got a call from my dermatologist today at work, and it turns out that the mole he removed last week was cancerous. In fact, it was melanoma, the super scary word. The good news is that the dermatologist used the phrase "borderline melanoma," and it is only .24 mm deep, when 1mm deep is the scary line from when it goes to bad to worse. I also now have a consultation with a plastic surgeon set for Thursday to talk about enlarging the incision made by my dermatologist in order to make sure they really get it all. Part of me is numb, and the other part is freaked out about all of the other atypical moles I have all over by body. I asked the dermatologist about them, and he said no other mole really stuck out to him, but that since I now have to see him once every 3 months for the foreseeable future, he will do a full body check on my next visit, scheduled for November. There is not much I can do at the moment, so I keep telling my self "don't worry, be happy," as its a good thing they caught it so early, and I am on the right path. Hopefully the more I repeat it, the better I'll feel...