So about a month ago I went for a biopsy. Been waiting for the results ever since. It’s more annoying than life threatening I think, being a growth close to my eye, I only went to the specialist when it started getting closer to my eyelid. I get these results in a few hours, but it seems that my friends and family are more worried about it than me.
The way I see it, I guess, is that whatever the result is, nothing has changed. This is something I have had for a few years now, and even if it turned out to be highly malignant, its not going to shorten the remainder of my life, as that is already set.
Really bad picture, but meh, most of it was taken in the biopsy.
So it turns out, yeah, it’s cancer. Why does that word strike fear into the souls of those I care about? It’s a malignant basal cell carcinoma. Apparently 1 in 3 people will get one somewhere, although most often it is not on the head. The position is a little tricky as they ideally need to remove a 4mm area of unaffected skin around it, and then skin graft replacement tissue and somehow avoid messing up my eyelids.
As I keep telling people, I am more pissed off that my sofa is out of stock in Ikea.