Monday, June 25, 2012

Sliced Again

On the way to yoga today I got a little misty. I'd been to my dermatologist for my 3-month check-up and he noticed a tiny suspicious spot on my lower left leg just above the ankle. He called it a mole; I saw it as a freckle. I have lots of those. He wanted to biopsy it. What could I say? He said no news is good news.

I've always understood that expression in two ways: No news is good news and No news is good news. To me, news is very rarely good or needed at all. It's usually just worthless information, or it's bad. Maybe 5% is truly good news. I'm an optimistic person who doesn't like "news" all that much.

The nurse today said a curious thing. After she asked me about all the diseases I might have to which I said "no," she smiled and said that I'm lucky to be such a healthy person. I'm lucky to be alive, but I'm not a healthy person. All you have to do is look at my pill organizer to know that.

I willed myself out of my funk and had a great yoga class. I managed to keep myself in the present moment and not dwell on the past or future. I wish I could live that way more often.

1 comment:

Sue said...

Believe it or not, I still get new moles. It's not often that my children or I walk out of the dermatologist office unscathed. Then comes the wait for the phone call. I hope your call comes quickly and that it was just your doctor doing what his eyes are trained to see as a precaution.