...that my initial incision is healing so well. Knowing that its going to be ripped apart is slightly unnerving and quite sad seeing as I took really good care of it and have avoided picking at the scab. Oh well. At least it will be put back together again. Just not as pretty as it currently is looking.
In related news, Dad is flying out on Sept 16 for sure, and leaving Sept 20, a few hours prior to Mom's arrival. I guess all that has to happen now is the actual surgery. Oh, and my pre-op appointment and blood tests and x-ray, but that's the minor stuff, right?
I've decided I'm not telling anyone else at work beyond the 3 people I originally told (my boss and 2 of my closer coworkers). I feel like its not really their business, I don't want to become the cancer girl, and they don't need to know, so why tell them? I have to submit a leave slip to the timekeeper obviously, but I talked to my boss, and I'm just going to have him sign it and then leave the signed slip on her desk the Friday night before my surgery. I know I have to tell them something, but I really don't want to get into to much detail and to be perfectly honest, I'm not the biggest fan of the timekeeper and would realllllly rather she knows as little as possible.
My frame of mind is a lot better this week than it was last week. Especially in the fact that I'm not as freaked out about my other moles. That's not to say I'm not worried or that I'm not thinking about it. Just that it isn't the first thing on my mind when I wake up, the last thing I think of before going to bed, or something that pops into my head every 5 minutes. I'm still freaked out, but at a lesser level than before. And I think that's all I can ask for until I get my blood tests back, I complete the surgery, and I see my dermatologist again in November.
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