dysplastic benign melanoma

Ordinary life can be as boring or as entertaining as your perspective lends. You might not have the notion that life is a play, a game, or any other analogy philosophers and writers suggest it to be. Then again, something(s) may happen to change your life indefinitely, such as a suprise pregnancy, a career shift, or a suprise illness/death, and you can trace it all back to that moment. It is the mounting of subtle happenings which mold us most, as we grow and attempt to figure shit from shine-o-la, and may not be worthy of a pulitzer prize winning memoir, but there it is.

It all began for me with a spot, a brown spot, and that spot existed like a simple star amidst the galaxy which is my freckled skin. Two years ago, another spot appeared, as a neighbor to the aforementioned spot, and grew in black hole fashion, gaining space and odd formation. I could whip out the skin cancer chart for you, if you want to get technical. the black hole ate the brown star, and just before its last bite i finally had the damn thing lopped off. Now, i've heard GROSS stories of people removing their own moles and warts (molly moore, you are disgusting), but you really do need a biopsy. I was diagnosed with dysplastic benign melanoma, and i mean it was very close to malignant, but we got it in time. I've had 14 moles removed, 8 pre-cancerous, but that was the worst, so bad that more skin around it was taken to cover all bases. Sounds like a winning goal to me. Cancer, be warned, i'm not interested in a tie-breaker.