The Big C

A while ago (long before I was pregnant with Superman), I noticed a blemish near my collar bone. It was just a little red spot and I didn't really pay it any attention. I assumed it was a bug bite or something and it would do its thing and go away. Then, while I was pregnant, I noticed that it seemed to get a little larger, but I was busy and didn't do anything about it. Now it's a few years since I first noticed it, and I decided that I should get it checked out. I mainly made this decision because it started changing in shape and texture. Well, today I went to the dermatologist, and she took one look at it and said that I had a skin cancer.

She didn't seem very disturbed by it, and even said that it was a "good" skin cancer. Obviously, she thinks it is good because it is not on her. It is on me, and I do not think it is good. It reminded me of people assuring us when Hubby had thyroid cancer a few years ago, that thyroid cancer was a good cancer to have. Clearly, it is better not to have cancer. However, we know so many people who are struggling for their lives right now fighting cancer that I considered not even blogging about my "good" cancer. I am thankful that God is with them and with me. No one likes to hear that they have any cancer, but I am thankful that my situation is very manageable. She biopsied the tissue today and I will know for sure whether or not it is cancer on Oct. 20th. My dermatologist was 99% sure that it was. So, soon I will probably be having it removed. Doesn't that sound like fun with a 5 month old?

Please keep us in your prayers!