At least I'm not dying... today...

I guess I forgot to mention on here last week that the lab report on my mole came back negative. I'm sure all of you were just bursting at the seams, waiting for that information! ;o)

When the doctor walked in with the report I said, "So am I dying of cancer?" and he replied, "Well, not today. But I can't make any promises about tomorrow." Then he read the long drawn-out medical mumbo-jumbo report that went on and on and on, none of which I could understand (except for "non-malignant" - THAT I understood!) and then looked up and said, "So it's basically a mole. Or a freckle, rather."

The mole hole is finally healing up nicely. The stitches came out last Friday. It's still sore though. In case you're in the mood to get a gross visual, part of the scab came off today (and no, I didn't pick it off - though I must admit it was very tempting! It's itchy and was driving me nuts!). It feels tight, like my skin is stretching. Well, duh, I guess it is stretching since they cut only, you know, a whole inch off of my already tight belly skin. I wonder if it will get all extra funky looking if I ever get pregnant.

Oh well. At least I'm not dying.