Don't Ignore Your Moles
For the past four years I’ve been
getting my skin looked over. Why? Well, I think it all started when I
read an article in Glamour about a 26
year old who faced melanoma. Her story shook me to my core.
She died.
She never experienced love, marriage, being a mom or traveling the
world. She wasn’t going to Happy Hours or running outside or joining volleyball
leagues. Instead she was trying to survive another day. All because of one
annoying mole that she ignored for years and many summers spent in the sun.
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| The mole on my foot that I pointed out to the skin doctor last Saturday. It's gone now. |
Sounded very much like me. She was fair skinned. She had
blonde hair. She had blue eyes. She fake-baked in her younger years (Dumb! Dumb!
Dumb!). She ran outside as often as she could. She rarely used sunscreen…
I don’t think I slept for two nights. What if that was me???
Her story could have been mine.
The only way I felt better about things was making an appointment
to see a skin doctor. Though I was scared half to death to go in. What if? What if? What
if? And I was so worried I’d get lectured. No, I didn't wear sunscreen every single time I went outside. Yes, sometimes I tanned so much I looked like a dried up prune. I sucked it up though. I had to take
care of me. I mean, I survived my parents lecturing me all the time. I could handle a doctor yelling at me.
My first appointment I was paired with a male doctor who was
rather old. He did a full body scan with only his eyes. All the moles I
pointed out he waved off. “Just keep an eye on them.”
Wasn’t I doing that though?
He never yelled at me either for being tan from my recent
trip to Arizona, or our honeymoon to St. Lucia, or the trip to South Africa....
I was sent home with a clean bill of health. I relaxed a
bit. Then mid-way through the year I was sent a letter that my skin doctor had
retired and I’d have to find a new doctor. I’d take care of this when I had
time, I thought. I was much too busy.
The letter gathered dust.
The next May rolled around (skin awareness month) and there
were more articles in my health magazines about suspicious moles. They sure looked
like the ones on my stomach—all jagged, dark and big—but the old-man doctor
said they were fine. I was fine. I took a deep breath. Tossed the magazines to
the side and told myself I was being a worry wart. I went to Mexico with my in-laws and got all
tan.
(Here are some pics of my moles on my stomach while vacationing on our Mexico trip.)
Then my brother called. Our good friend and travel partner, Erin, was diagnosed
with Stage IV Melanoma. What? How? She was never tan!!! There was a mole on her upper back that itched and bled
on her backpacking trip to Australia. She had gone in and the doctors told her
she was fine, but she told them to test it anyway. BAM. Stage IV Melanoma. Erin
shares her story on her blog: Melanoma in the City.
I couldn’t sleep for days. I called Park Nicollet and asked
to see someone new as soon as possible. Usually it takes months to get in, but
they were able to get me in the NEXT DAY.
This particular doctor doesn’t mess around with melanoma.
Her nurse’s husband passed away from it. A mole was found UNDERNEATH his fingernail.
But they found it too late. UGH!!
The doctor never screamed at me for being tan from my trip
to Mexico. Phew. But those worrisome moles on my stomach? GONE. One big one was
removed THAT DAY. I had stitches coming out of my stomach like spider legs. (My husband gladly removed them two weeks later.)
I
freaked out waiting for the results. It came back as atypical nevus.
Basically these types of moles have an 80% chance of EVENTUALLY turning into
melanoma because there are atypical cells swimming around the area. To ease my fears, the mole was dug out deep enough so I would never
have to worry about it again. The drill freaked me out. The smell of burning
skin, kind of gross. And yes, I have a scar, but I’ll take that over worrying.
I was instructed to come back again in a year.
Soon I became pregnant. Moles have a way of changing during
pregnancy, but I kept an eye on them. Though I was doggone tired that first
month after Jackson was born and clueless as to what I was doing, I still went in for my yearly appointment. Yes, I was
leaking all over but I now take my skin seriously. I'm a mom and I need to be here for my son. I don't mess around.
TWO more moles
were removed. Two more sets of spider legs coming out of my stomach (try nursing a newborn with your tummy cut up.) A total of three scars on my stomach. Same results: atypical nevus. Then I
was told my skin doctor was moving to a different clinical. NO! I’d have to
find someone else!!
A year blinked by and it was May again and I didn’t have a
skin doctor. Shoot. Time slipped away. My great friend Jenna told me about a FREE skin clinic Park
Nicollet was having at Methodist hospital. I dragged Karl with and the three of
us went. We had to fill out paperwork before we undressed and met with a dermatologist.
Again, they asked if I ever fake-baked. Why did I ever think fake-baking was
cool???
Two more suspicious moles caught the attention of the dermatologist, but one of them I pointed out. I noticed a mole on my foot growing in size (see pic above). To her, a mole on the foot is unusual and the fact it was getting bigger is a huge red flag. The second one was on my upper back and looked
similar to the ones that were removed from my stomach.
This time it took almost two months to get in to get them
removed. They couldn't remove them at the clinic. I went in last Saturday morning. And instead of drilling into my skin and
stitching me up, they numbed the spots and took razor blades to a large area around the moles. Let
me tell you, it’s something weird looking at a dish and seeing your mole
chilling in it.
I also had THREE separate doctors look me over, AND a nurse.
WHOA. All asked me if I was feeling OK. Maybe I should have put makeup on that morning. I did look a little rough.
The head doctor stopped on a mole on my leg. She questioned me right away
about it. It was tiny, but DARK and a little raised on one side. She wanted it
gone. There are three similar ones on my leg so I took a picture of those so I
could compare.
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| Similar mole on my leg of the one that was sliced off and tested. |
I get the results on Friday. All the doctors told me I
should go home with a clear mind versus an anxious one. They weren’t
too alarmed about any of them, though the one on my leg seemed odd. So
we will see. I couldn’t help but think of my friend Erin because the doctors told her the
same thing…
As I wait, this is me encouraging all you readers of my blog to GO
in and get looked over. PLEASE. Why? Skin cancer is the MOST COMMON CANCER in
the UNITED STATES. And it doesn't matter if you have darker skin, lighter skin, blonde hair, brown hair...etc.
I asked the doctor who his most frequent patients are. Most right now:
teenage girls. All who fake-bake. All skin types. But a lot of his patients are twenty/thirty something people
too. All skin types. Most skin cancers (even melanoma) are treatable if you get to it
early enough.
AND…YOU ARE YOUR BEST ADVOCATE when it comes to YOUR HEALTH. GO YOU!!!
