After about five days in a helmet, I went to the doctor’s bright and early before my first day of my new job. He removed the helmet and put on a smaller bandage from my scalp to my chin. It was well-covered by my hair, so all of my new coworkers wouldn’t notice.
The doctor was confident it would heal really well, and the pathologist on the surgery did frozen slides, and I had clean borders. He is very thorough though, so he took more samples back to his lab where he stains them and does these other tests that are more accurate. The pathologist wouldn’t know for another week if I was cancer-free, or if it had spread, or how bad it was. Now was just a waiting/healing game. After a few days, I was able to take the last bandage off.
Really, there’s just a pink mark on the side of my face that looks like a big birthmark but will eventually look like my skin. Behind my ear is a scar that is healing. My hair covers all of this. But my new conversation starter is “Wanna see my cancer?” I mean…it is sort of fascinating to look at when you know the extent of the surgery.
Two weeks later, I found out I was cancer-free.
So pretty little melanoma, if you ever knew anything about me, you’d have never entered my territory, because I always win.