During my biannual visit with my dermatologist, she saw something she didn’t like, took a biopsy, and just called with the results…
This time it was squamous cell carcinoma, or as the report states: atypical squamous proliferation.
Previously, it was basel cell malignancy, and before that it was a basel/squamous combo, so I’m no stranger to this kind of diagnosis.
That means I’ll have to undergo another procedure to remove all the offending cells.
While the actual procedure isn’t painful, the healing IS, and since it’s on my back, it’s in a tough position for wound care and sleeping, which totally sucks.
Once again, all those summers of baby oil and cocoa butter for six hour tanning sessions on the beach have taken their toll.
Another PSA: Don’t be like me; wear hats and sunscreen and don’t forget the importance of a yearly skin check. Thank goodness for my eagle-eyed dermatologist!