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everyadam · 28-08-2006, 04:45 AM

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It could be that I have too much time on my hands, but a couple of weeks ago I noticed a mole just below my left shoulder, near my rock hard pectoral muscle. Naturally I started to think that it was the beginning of skin cancer and started freaking out knowing fully that it could have been there all along, nonetheless I freaked out anyway. So I did what most people would do after thinking that this really tiny, dark, round, flat spec on their body was going to grow into this huge cancerous tumor – I started poking at it.

After poking it for awhile, I carefully monitored it closely over the next couple of days. I think I wanted to believe that this thing had grown a nanometer each day and that it was eventually going to get so big that I’m going to have to move to a third world country to fit in with the hypothyroidic tribe because I’m going to have this huge mass on my shoulders. O and god forbid a hair grows out of it. Have you ever seen people with a huge ass mole on their neck with this long hair growing out of it? All you can do is stare and shake your head while wondering why the hell haven’t they gotten it removed. I don’t want to be one of those people. And then the unthinkable happened – the damn thing began to itch. It might have been because I had poked it repeatedly but still I’m not going to take any chances.

I finally made an appointment with my family doctor. I really hate my family doctor. He is like the most miserable person I have come across in healthcare. He obviously does not enjoy what he does and you can just see it all over his face – his wrinkly sagging face. I see how primary care can literally suck the life out of you and I don’t intend on going into primary care (but first I have to get into medical school). I think the truth behind his misery is because he couldn’t get into a competitive residency and here he is stuck in FP. Anyway, my appointment is in 3 weeks because he’s apparently booked until then. I need a referral to see a specialist, but in 3 weeks time, I could be dead. This thing could spread to my lymph nodes by then and I could really be in deep doo doo.

In the meantime I started to read up on the symptoms of skin cancer. Here are some of the symptoms I’ve found:

A basal cell carcinoma (BCC) usually looks like a raised, smooth, pearly bump on the sun-exposed skin of the head, neck, or shoulders. Ok mine doesn’t look like that. It’s more flat.

A squamous cell carcinoma (SCC) is commonly a well-defined, red, scaling, thickened patch on sun-exposed skin. Uhhh, definitely NOT.

The majority of malignant melanomas are brown-to-black pigmented lesions. The appearance of a new mole during adulthood, or new pain, itching, ulceration, or bleeding of an existing mole should be checked. This is what made me make an appointment with a doctor.

So I guess this is just another result I have to sit and wait for. I think I’m going to name my mole “UTAS.” Once again, I have too much time on my hands.

28-08-2006, 04:45 AM	#4 (permalink)
everyadam Junior Member Join Date: Aug 2006 Posts: 75	"...but In 3 Weeks Time, I Could Be Dead." Please feel free to comment at therejected.solojourney.org It could be that I have too much time on my hands, but a couple of weeks ago I noticed a mole just below my left shoulder, near my rock hard pectoral muscle. Naturally I started to think that it was the beginning of skin cancer and started freaking out knowing fully that it could have been there all along, nonetheless I freaked out anyway. So I did what most people would do after thinking that this really tiny, dark, round, flat spec on their body was going to grow into this huge cancerous tumor – I started poking at it. After poking it for awhile, I carefully monitored it closely over the next couple of days. I think I wanted to believe that this thing had grown a nanometer each day and that it was eventually going to get so big that I’m going to have to move to a third world country to fit in with the hypothyroidic tribe because I’m going to have this huge mass on my shoulders. O and god forbid a hair grows out of it. Have you ever seen people with a huge ass mole on their neck with this long hair growing out of it? All you can do is stare and shake your head while wondering why the hell haven’t they gotten it removed. I don’t want to be one of those people. And then the unthinkable happened – the damn thing began to itch. It might have been because I had poked it repeatedly but still I’m not going to take any chances. I finally made an appointment with my family doctor. I really hate my family doctor. He is like the most miserable person I have come across in healthcare. He obviously does not enjoy what he does and you can just see it all over his face – his wrinkly sagging face. I see how primary care can literally suck the life out of you and I don’t intend on going into primary care (but first I have to get into medical school). I think the truth behind his misery is because he couldn’t get into a competitive residency and here he is stuck in FP. Anyway, my appointment is in 3 weeks because he’s apparently booked until then. I need a referral to see a specialist, but in 3 weeks time, I could be dead. This thing could spread to my lymph nodes by then and I could really be in deep doo doo. In the meantime I started to read up on the symptoms of skin cancer. Here are some of the symptoms I’ve found: A basal cell carcinoma (BCC) usually looks like a raised, smooth, pearly bump on the sun-exposed skin of the head, neck, or shoulders. Ok mine doesn’t look like that. It’s more flat. A squamous cell carcinoma (SCC) is commonly a well-defined, red, scaling, thickened patch on sun-exposed skin. Uhhh, definitely NOT. The majority of malignant melanomas are brown-to-black pigmented lesions. The appearance of a new mole during adulthood, or new pain, itching, ulceration, or bleeding of an existing mole should be checked. This is what made me make an appointment with a doctor. So I guess this is just another result I have to sit and wait for. I think I’m going to name my mole “UTAS.” Once again, I have too much time on my hands.