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.
Continue… My “Easy” Cancer, Part 3
