For quite a while (maybe 5 years?) I’ve had this pigmented lesion above my left eye.
[pigmented spot in early 2012]
Then much more recently (maybe last year some time) I noticed I had developed another area of pigmentation on my back, just below the right scapula, where I could neither reach nor properly see.
[my back in early 2012]
I was a little concerned about these but hadn’t done anything, partly because I didn’t have a regular G.P. that I could consult. I guess it was the news of my sister’s cancer that prompted me to do something. I decided I wasn’t really ready to die – I have quite a few more good books I want to read. So if one of these were to be a melanoma (as my mother had some years ago), then perhaps I would want to have it removed.
I decided to try out a new G.P. – one who does a lot of running, so he can’t be all bad. More about him another time, but the result of my visit was that he wasn’t prepared to make a decision and he referred me to a skin cancer specialist. I couldn’t get an appointment until six weeks later, and yesterday that day arrived.
With some amount of fear and trepidation I walked from my work place here in Rat City up to the rather prosaic building in the formerly seedy, now decidedly trendy inner city suburb of Darlinghurst.
[the Skin & Cancer Foundation]
To cut a long story short, the specialist and his registrar examined me from head to toe and declared my skin to be free of malignancy. Woo hoo!!
I had done some washing for my sister so I jumped on a bus to the hospital to return her clean clothes. I got there before the official start of visiting hours so I decided to celebrate my newly established health status with a long black in this café: Fresh Ground, in Randwick.
[Fresh Ground, Randwick]