It all started with an itchy spot on my nose that just wouldn’t stop itching…
And so I scratched it… and it bled… a kind of bleeding that gushed way too much and took forever to stop. Don’t freak out, I told myself. Maybe I just scratched too hard.
But I woke up the next morning pillow covered in huge blotches of dried blood. My whole body tightened… and one word came to mind: Cancer. It had to be.
And so, I scheduled a dermatology appointment. Six weeks out was the best they could do. In the meantime, I resisted picking at it and wore a band aid on my nose so it didn’t bleed all over the place.
Six weeks… no kidding.
Six weeks to ruminate about the best and worst that can happen.