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It’s not cancer, thank God. But the mole is weird enough (it’s more like an adult’s abnormal mole than a child’s) that the doctor wants to have the area around it excised, and skin checks every six months. I just KNEW there was something wrong with it. I’ve had a sick feeling in my stomach since I first noticed it. But all’s well, that (hopefully) ends well.
And I’m making an appointment for myself TODAY, since Abby and I have the same color skin, and I’ve got all kinds of… well, let’s call them marks of character.
I’m still all jitters. But what a relief not to have to wait all weekend. I don’t think I could stand it.
Thank you all so much for all your well wishes. I can’t tell you how comforting it’s been. Like a warm emotional blanket — and I’ve needed one.
Lots of hugs all around from a very relieved Karen