My day was going normal. I had just gotten out of the shower. I noticed I had a missed call and thought it was someone about a job application I submitted last week. I started listening to the message. It was my doctor. You see last week I decided to do something I have been avoiding for about 7 years now. I went to the dermatologist. The first time I went in high school it was so tramatic I never wanted to go again.
So I womaned up and went. Sitting there in one of those itchy gowns waiting for the doctor to come it was beyond nerve-racking. So she came in checked everything out and decided two spots had to go one on my nose and one on my ankle. Nothing to be too worried about.
Then I got the phone call. She said that the skin on my nose came out fine but my ankle was another story. She said that she would like to perform a proceedure to take out more skin around the spot and a little deeper into it. She said that I will be left with stitches and an inch and half to two inch scar on my leg. Then she will send in those cells to make sure nothing else is abnormal. If it is I have to go back for more treatment. If not I am semi home free.
Talk about a wake up call. This has made me realize how little time we have on this planet. I need to focus on different things. I need to live life. To stop worrying about the unimportant. I am glad that I did have the courage to go to the doctor because if I would have waited it would be worse. They caught this early. I still have a chance to live and I am going to. I am not going to worry about if he likes me, or that work sucks, or that I have a scar on my leg. I'm a live. And I am going to life to the fullest and be happy.