Say Hello to My Little Friend...
Say hello to my little friend, a brown spot toward the inside of my thumb. It looks tiny, but this little spot is what prompted my paranoia post earlier this week. You see, this spot turned up about March this year, comparable to the head of a pin. I only noticed it because that's the hand I write with - and because it's in a place that doesn't get a heck of a lot of sun.
Then it grew. With a vine-like brown lines, the teeny tiny spot began to grow, branching out not in an even circle but unevenly. Over the course of the year since March, the spot has been taking up more and more of my attention.
Call me paranoid if you like (I think I welcomed you too in the previous post, too), but cancer runs in my family. It killed my grandmother. It's killing my mother. And skin cancer is the most commonly diagnosed cancer in Australia. I think I'm okay to be a little paranoid about a spot.
So I finally went to the doctor (GP) to get it checked out today, and I have a referral to a skin specialist. The GP was perplexed at its location and wanted a specialist to check it out before they went cutting it out. I don't get in to see the specialist until next month, but I'm okay with that. So long as I have an appointment.
The picture doesn't seem to show it right. But maybe it just seems bigger to me.